all the stars that died ✦ a poetry anthology

glass promises

I don't have the courage to do it all over again,
I'd rather sit on this pavement, than dance in the rain.
The lights switch on, inside your house,
But standing right outside, I feel the darkness arouse.

I remember how, you gave me your word
To never leave me in solitude, unheard.
Now these memories whisper, in my ear like ghosts,
And I feel the waves receding, as I stand alone, on the coast.

Took me ages to swallow the veracity,
Of your mendacious sincerity.
If only I had caught onto it before,
I wouldn't have permitted myself to sink, in the sands of this shore.

I healed your wounds as you healed mine,
And we explored the different routes, of a love divine.
But when the thrill of it all started accumulating rust,
You decided to leave me, in a thousand cuts.

When the shards of your broken glass promises
Prick your feet, does it ever remind you, of those memories?
The memories of how you showed me colours, I had never seen before,
And then leaving me colourblind, forevermore.

✦

if love is colourful,
are the loveless grey?

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