The Heart Is A Chicken

"Upsilamba! Do you know what that means?"


That was the question I wanted to ask you. That was the beginning of what I hoped would turn out to be a beautiful ending.


But as I sit there watching you churn out words of blissful ignorance I found myself taking the form of a chicken. "Chicken-out. Just chicken-out, kay?" I tried to convince myself that you're not "IT".


Forget what I said before. Forget all those love-letters I wrote in my head. Forget all the loving gazes and sweet smiles I practiced for you. Forget them all. 


Forget them all..

Because it doesn't matter..

I don't want to "grow" on you.
I don't want to be a "consideration",
I want to be a thought in your head.

So away with all these ifs!

Dear "smart, funny, slightly geeky" one,

I'm sorry you didn't realise that I was describing you.

Perhaps that was my cue, ey?

Till then, when you wish to pour your heart out,

make sure that the glass you're filling is half-filled.

Pouring your heart into an empty glass courts unrequitedness. 

Love,

 The girl who divided her heart for breakfast, lunch and dinner.