Drunk from the chalice of your love,
The toxic way, you look at me.
Being my poison
And my panacea.
Surrendering to the madness of crumbling,
Falling, Breaking apart,
Just by a stare of love,
Tipping me off my sanity.
Tipping me off the edge of my being.
Maybe, it wasn't even love in your eyes,
When I sought it.
But my mere interpretation,
Landed me in the ditch of marsh,
Never to leave me again,
Never to completely swallow me.
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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...
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