you said that my tongue is no less than
and then you left me
alone
apart
a part
you're light years away
but i wish, you were close enough for me to get lost in your arms, and to get lost in your scent - vanilla and spices,
unique and beautiful in your own way.
i was falsely accused, of not caring about
the people around me; i felt overlyconscious of myself and you held my beating heart, and I was holding on to the last string of hope that you would not drop it.
but you threw it in the dirt and smashed it with your own feet, leaving it unattended, pretending like it's nothing.
i know you miss the person i used to be, cheerful and ordering people around merrily,
fighting but leaving the battlefield with a contended smile,
that was me, the best that i used to be,
but i changed, if not for the best, then for the worst - i dropped my attitude and held onto my inner-self, the most vulnerable part,
all years of hardwork vanishing in just a few seconds
now i am empty-handed and stuck in time
framing and putting words into carefully aligned sentences, everything that i cannot say.
would have gone for the newyearnewme concept, but there is no time
it feels so scary getting old.
the years-old merrychristmas and happybirthdaycards that you had given me have taken a toll on my heart, still lying beneath that one diary,
new layers of dust accumulating on it
e v e r y p a s s i n g year
haven't touched it in a while, but it's still as close to my heart as you used to be.
YOU ARE READING
𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 ━ 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ♡
Poetrya short compiled book of poems regarding feelings and answers to unasked questions; apart from poems it might also contain some small pieces of texts, thoughts mostly they are; don't even know if these will make any sense to you but to me they sure...
