“You still ask me sometimes to tell me everything about me,
and from the start I have wondered,
if you knew everything, how things would turn out to be.
I told you all my silly jokes,
but could never tell you why I hid my hands in my oversized cloaks.
You have come to know of all my silly habits,
but you don’t know why I love your dusted jackets.
We’ve talked all about our favorite shows,
but never did I mention my love for the smell of the summer damask rose.
You know that I like to talk about galaxies,
but I seldom mention my stories about rainy days and yellow taxis.
I told you I write poetry,
but didn’t mention I write only when in love, heartbroken or simply lonely.
We’ve spent hours talking by the pinball machine,
but you don’t know that crying before sleep is a simple routine.
You know about my love for books and flowers,
but you don’t why I think of the past in the late hours.
You smile when I talk about my love for rain,
but i’m sorry I can’t talk about certain pains.
And I know you wonder sometimes if you even have a simple clue about the parts of me that have forever been stained in blue;
and i’m sorry I am this way and there are times that I just don’t feel okay,
and I often feel sad for the things I haven’t told you,
yet there’s no one who knows me quite as well as you do.
Because I think there are things about me
that you have figured out
that I myself didn’t know about.
So, here, with discretion
I shall answer your question,
you know me well enough
for me to be in love.”

" things you know and the ones you don’t " by Dia T. (via cared)

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5 summers from now
there will be another guy
who will be wrapping his hands
around my waist.

And he’ll ask me
if I have been in love.
I will smile and look into his eyes
and tell him how I have never felt
this way before.
But I won’t be able to say
that 5 summers ago,
there was someone who
made everyday seem like
mid spring, and how he
made me see blossoming flowers
in mid winter.

And he’ll leave soft kisses on me,
and tell me i’m his world.
And i’ll effortlessly say it back,
but I won’t be able to say that
5 summers ago someone else
was my entire universe.

And my apartment will have
little specks of him all over ,
but I won’t be able to tell him
about the little smudged off specks
of you in my heart.

" 5 Summers from Now by Dia T. (via cared)

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promises you need to make “ by Dia T. ( 3/10 )

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promises you need to make “ by Dia T. ( 2/10 )

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" promises you need to make ” by Dia T.  ( 1/10 parts )

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I know you want to break me down,
and I know you want to take the crown.
But I won’t let that happen.
Because the things I deserved,
you took from me.
Now it’s time for a little payback time, maybe.

I know you want to see me break,
and I know you want my world to shake.
But I won’t let that happen.
Because things have been going downhill for me,
but the world looks best from down here, baby.

I know you want to see me crawl
on the floor and see me fall.
But I won’t let that happen.
Because I know what the earth is like
and now I wish to see the sky.

I know you wish to drown me in,
for me to keep down my chin.
But I won’t let that happen.
Because you have forever kept me underwater,
but I have now learnt to swim.

 I won’t let that happen by Dia T. (via cared)

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I like my paper with coffee stains
and I like things that fade
rather than remain.

I am too imperfect
to look for perfect things,
but that doesn’t matter
as long as I can see
the perfection in those imperfections.

I like writing with ball point pens,
not those fancy inks.
And I like my coffee cold
because warm is too comforting
and I don’t need comfort,
I need exposure.

I prefer rain over sunshine
but that doesn’t mean
that I don’t like the clear sky.

I like the taste of things in between
sweet and bitter.
because that is what life throws at me.

I need not see the sun
to know the mark of a new start.
And I need not see the moon
to know the end of the day.

And I can’t sit with my hands crossed,
and I can’t walk on a boring straight path.

I can’t stare at the ground
for continuous hours,
when I know there is
the limitless sky above.

Dia T. - " I am the limitless sky. " (via cared)

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I might not have light colored eyes but hey they still looked good okay

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The sky looked amazing

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Pretty flowers

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