today I find my feet for some unknown reason dragging me back to the old place I once owned. The one that witnessed a shattered promise of two broken beings, adorned with wet kisses and salty tears .
maybe they want me to recall the painful yet pleasurable sensation of a lost love that I once cherished.cruel , right ?
the wooden door is as annoying as before , still cracks
at everybody's touch , only God knows how much I
hated it . somehow it reminded me of the fact
that you never belonged to me , for every time you
slowly walked out of it , to my ears it was screaming
' he's not yours ', Ironic , I know . 'Cause when
did we ever have the right to call others ours ?
the walls unlike the door have changed , their once
pale white colour turned to an ochre shade , like
that of flimsy pages with ripped ends that lie only
in those old romance novels that never failed at
catching my interest .
they push me to wonder , why did I willingly put
my beating heart in your frozen palm ?
was it the wild hurricane that swirled in your
ashy orbs , whenever your eyes pierced my
soul ? or was it the bitter taste of cigarettes
that hid in each nook of your chapped lips ?
no , I think it was the way your hands roamed
every inch of my body , screaming , crying ,
pleading , almost looking for a shelter .
Something I certainly didn't have .
my eyes catch a glimpse of my favourite thing
; the window . the window that was my source
of hope , for every time the ghosts of your
broken dreams come to hunt me down , the
lightning of the moon that peeked at me
through the glass made the nights bearable .
those lonely nights that I had to spend with
nothing but the coldness radiating from your
empty bedside as company .
there were times when I even questioned my
sanity , but the smell of smoke that always
lingered in the air for no more than three
minutes , was a proof of your existence .
again , my feet led me to the bathroom , and
without my realisation , my hand curled around
the doorknob and slowly opened it , to find you
lying in the bathtub . you looked so helpless ,
so vulnerable , but mostly you looked the
same , exactly as I left you . Just like that door .
A/N : ok , this definitely doesn't look nice , but smh I can't make it better
wattpad is acting crazy -.- . And yeah I'm not sure what to call this , 'cause it
doesn't feel like a poem in my head . But do tell me what you think :)
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Dried petals
Poetry"and I find myself tucking your smile in the space that lies between every letter .for babe , if I can't keep you by my side ,then I'll lock you in each poem these hands write down ."_Aya Highest rank #43 in poetry on 23/7/2017 .