Your name reminds me of how what
once you loved so dearly
Can make your heart ache
Now your name is not a mere noun
it has become synonymous to pain, grief,
loss, memory and heartbreak


Your name is a verb,
An action of recalling the beautiful times
and forcing myself to not do so
Your name brings me back to the start
when I'm almost on the verge of letting go

 

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Differences in love teach us to love differently

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Love is desire
To do more
For the other

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The emptiness of my heart
Is slowly filling up
With your memories

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People have different love languages
Some send you the song they liked
Some bring you cake they baked last night
Some are learning favourite video games of their loved ones
Some are watching a boring webseries, 7th season
Some have a cooking video on, to make someone's favourite dish
Some are writing poems, far better than this
Love is not a mere noun
It's also a verb
For people who love differently
Some are learning to love

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Pain brought me poetry. I fell in love with it. So I did nothing to save myself from all the pain. Sometimes we become so greedy of love that we don't mind hurting ourselves for it.

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He taught me poetry
Before breaking my heart
betrayal wasn't a loss afterall

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It's okay you don't have to get it all figured out.

You will do it, all your dreams are not mere dreams.

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For poets like us
the poems we like are the poems we couldn't write.

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THE EMPTY CORRIDORS

The empty corridors would echo the chaos I hated the most
Unaware that this would be the sound I'll miss someday
Looking at the walls that once I scribbled my name on
Whose plaster has been peeling off lately
The tables are still there
Names have been written with markers
Like a territory seized by a king
The pictures hanging on the side board
A little too bright for the dull ceiling
The empty corridors might not miss me
The tables will be reigned by the heirs
The building might forget I once was a part of it
But I?
I will always remember the good old days
Treasured in a corner of my heart
Treasured in the corner of the staircase I loved to stand by.
Treasured in the empty corridors I would miss someday.

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