Chunks of my heart strewed on the floor
Cleaved by your noxious embraces
Darkened and disowned
Veiling your assaults
With your etiquettes dressed in false guilt
The apology that prevailed
Only till the next vice revealed
Again and again
I kept lending tolerance to the bruises you gave
I kept breaking myself over and over
Trading my love with your noxious embrace
You tied me to yourself too tight
And I kept my eyes and mouth shut
I was stuck in a lonely place
Which was supposed to be my home
I realised I was not only battling you
I was also fighting myself
For this noxious embrace is there
Not only because you give
But mostly because I take
-shay
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ANECDOTE • #Wattys2019
PoetryThe soul danced and rejoiced on the melancholic music of its failure all alone in its jungle city and cried over the moon. It counted the stars, hoping someday all of it would be alright but then all the hopes were shattered as the nostalgic feeling...
