I could see my words,
Piercing you,
Breaking you into shards,
Where I could see my reflections,
Over your broken pieces.
I was the reason,
You were broken.
You will get over,
You will move on,
You will not forget,
But you will be happy.
Without me,
'Cause all I can give you,
Is a Blackhole baby!
The blackhole sucking you lifeless,
Tearing your sane,
Making you crazy,
Turning you into the rock,
Washing away,
Corroding,
For my reasons,
For my being.
So, I know these shards will pierce my heart for life,
But you will see me in those boiling tears,
But you will find me in those hitting words,
And try moving on,
And be happier
Then being in the Blackhole.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...