did you know,
i draw away,
bird returns to her cage,
wing's rachis
is showing the break.
and days draw
to a close
with slow sunsets
that make hearts ache,
and thoughts collect
on pillows with salt
that earths them, still
i would wish my pain
be earthly, telluric lines
but it's otherworldly in shape
(so take it to an unworld
where the skies would welcome it)
often,
i don't know
how to word
my heart's longing,
it eludes and falls
on whispered breaths
that dissipate in silence.
something tells me;
that in your gaze,
i am a glass doll whose
falls should be cushioned,
whose heart should be shielded
from every passing evil,
no blemish to the white
of my skin. (though
it was okay
for you to mark it
with your touch)
i think you misunderstood,
tried to shape me
in another's lingering shadow,
as i usurped her, she usurped me -
it is cold this feeling, watching
with eyes that aren't the same shade -
my wings feel broken
by your words; pinion cut,
rachis scarred, let it
only be, for a short while,
so i can draw a line
that does not wound
like you meant to.
(13th June 2015)
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reflections in watered-down glass
Poetry"I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken." -- Lana Del Rey, Ride (...
