you loved yourself
too much to ever think
of anyone else.
And my heart had become
too delicate to resist
ignorance.

-

"Please go!" I screamed unwillingly.
They nodded.
Then hugged me.

-

silly conversations feel meaningful,
cheesy gestures aren't embarrassing,
and hours of doing nothing
together are acceptable somehow.
When both of us are together,
everything just works out.

-

it slipped just as
I thought I held it firmly
in my fist.
Heartbroken, I stopped searching.
Then one day, love held my hand itself,
and before I could even comprehend
what was happening,
it squeezed my hand warmly,
promising to never leave.

-

She backspaces her quotes a million times,
trying harder with each
attempt to write like the
intelligent writers she reads
the jaw-dropping quotes of.
Yet every time she fails,
maybe because the lane
she is walking on isn't
meant for her.
Maybe, because instead
of pursing her
authenticity,
the thoughts she is trying
to develop were never
actually made for
her.

-

You have left.
So has sadness.

-

Thank you for what
you did.
It killed me and I'm not
even mad,
because it was because of it,
that I am reborn,
stronger and more resistant.

-

you make yourself stronger
by having been able to live
through a loss.
Which is nothing short
of a big gain.

-

us a lot about people.
We learn who remains
loyal despite no conversations,
and who leaves us behind
inspite of staying connected.

-

about the watery eyes,
the exhausted sighs,
and the painful compromise,
when instead of
bleeding my pain,
I decorate my poetry
with sweet lies.

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