“You have the gentlest hands. When your words touch me, they do so in whispers.”

Each time you pass me in the hallways of cyberspace and brush your arm against mine,
I stop and wait for my beating heart to steady itself.

You will never be mine.
And you will never not be…

“I write.

I read.

I think.

A lot.

too much

I fall in and out of love with things

I have fancies


winds of change are a constant companion

like you, i am swept up by the lives of others

i become their fascinations

they obsessions


and then, once i am spent, i am removed by choice or fate.

i grudge it no more

i am here, i think, to touch many lives

my question is, who am i to be touched by?

and what will i choose to keep today?”

“…I’ve been tracing your words with my fingertips and I don’t think you’ve noticed.”

“see how my insides genuflect at all you say

I could not bear you to be a passing fancy

this is why i keep a distance

I will let them have you

for i want to keep you, and that i know i cannot do.”

“I’ve ever met someone who can match up to your beauty—and I don’t think I ever will.

I can assure you that none of them take my breath away like you do.

And you really do.

People say it all the time: “you took my breath away”

But you actually do.

I often forget to breathe around you.”

“I believe you even if you’re lying, only because I want to.”

6 Comments Add yours

  1. sindiantadka says:

    “You will never be mine.
    And you will never not be…”

    What I’ve always wanted to say…



  2. miffalicious says:

    This has to be one of the most beautiful pieces that I have read from your blog, it nearly brought tears to my eyes. And your blog is filled with many, many wonderful writings.

    Such talent, hope you write for many many years to come.



    1. mentalexotica says:

      It’s 6am. And I have woken up to these words. For that, I thank you. x


  3. Divya says:

    Hi Mentalexotica.

    I didn’t know where else to write to you so I am writing here, beneath this entry of yours which made me fall in love with your writings. This poem got me hooked to your blog. Its the first one I read. And I have read almost everything you’ve written so far.

    Your words make me shiver. With pleasure. Sometimes with pain. The things you write are intoxicating. I try to soak in your words. You are so beautiful.

    This poem.”I write. I read. I think.” I know it by heart. It’s special to me.

    I have liked someone for a long time and I may get to see him this month. I haven’t seen him for almost two years.
    I finally extorted a date out of him, but on the downside: He’s with someone else.
    He should be with me, but he isn’t. He finally told me he wants to be with me, but he isn’t.
    But I can’t hope anymore. I am killing it. I have to move on.

    Sorry I digressed a bit but this was relevant.
    This poem of yours. It makes me think of him.

    So on my date, I am going recite this poem to him. For him. It’s always been my fantasy.
    I am going to put my everything in your poem and bare it all out.
    Just this one last time.

    I am hoping for a kiss. Make me lucky Mentalexotica. I deserve a bloody kiss.
    He can’t kiss me,he said cos he’s committed. But I will take it. I am ready to be pushed away.

    I can’t tell you enough how special this poem is to me. Thankyou so much for writing it.

    I love. Love. Love You.


    1. mentalexotica says:

      The worst thing that could ever happen to someone is them getting exactly what they wished for. Life isn’t unkind. I send you all my charms and prayers. May you have it all.


  4. aiman ibrar says:

    Loved it !!

    “I believe you even if you’re lying, only because I want to.”
    One of the best lines I’ve ever read.


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