i miss reading his name,
and admiring his face.
is it out of fear or shame,
that i backspace?
it hurts to hold it in,
to hide the humiliating truth.
it feels like a sin,
as i grit each aching tooth.
but in the end,
this is the greatest of my fears;
if i hit send,
he'd see i've loved him for years.
it does not matter,
that our stars crossed before my first kiss.
let it tear and tatter,
my heart is his.
Karran Kumar • Backspace
YOU ARE READING
midnight
Puisia compilation of poems about love, heartbreak, and hope, born across 21 sleepless nights.
