you have kept yourself contained.
keeping late nights, envying
your curtains for dancing with
with the wind. you can no longer see
yourself--
wishing on shooting stars
is a dying
trend.
only few people still seek--
magic
springs in the most
unlikely places. you met her
in a crowded bus, exchanged phone--
numbers
can be haunting.
count on your fingers, how many
times you have tried to delete her
pictures & failed. you have taken--
Pills
& over filled wine glasses
may intoxicate. but nothing turns the head
like love, like sharing a kiss in the shade
of mango trees & well dressed lies.
you are just an addict.
you have learned--
nothing
changes when you get
your heart broken. the sun
rises, birds sing, & clouds
gather to give--
rain
has started falling now.
on a garden with dead flowers.
YOU ARE READING
Endless. Blue
Poetry"the day you first told me you loved me, it was hot, the sun picked at our skins like god was trying to kill us with a magnifying glass. . ."
