Moonless midnight of my mind.

Don’t just dip your toes

Into the moonless midnight

Of my mind

Plunge headfirst

With abandon

Make your home

Among the dark waters

Swim, until you find

All the secret caves.

Don’t be afraid, darling

For I know

You are no stranger

To the darkness.

Colour me happy with

All the shades

Of your name

And the day the sun

Finally begins to shine

Down on my waters

Will be marked in history

As the day two souls danced

To the whispers

Of a heart

That is broken no more.

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-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

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Sunday, every day Sunday.

The odour

Of your departure

Lingers in the air

Your broken promises

Float in front

Of my eyes-

I reach out

And curl my fist

Around a few of them

And desperately shove it

Inside my mouth

But they dissolve

To nothingness

On my tongue

And I’m left

With the taste

Of your sweet lies.

*

Strength comes knocking

Once in a while

But the heartbreak

That always seems to

Linger just behind

The door,

Pushes it away-

I can hear the thud

As my strength

Hits the front porch

Muttering curses

Under its breath

For ever having tried.

*

I spend my days

Drinking loneliness

Like whiskey,

Singing haunted songs

To the sky,

Eating poetry for lunch-

For me, now,

Sunday mornings

Will always smell

Like your absence.

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-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

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How the skies turned blue.

It is said that The skies were once A blur of oranges Mixed with lilacs Sprinkled with vermillions With a pinch of Periwinkle thrown in. Yellows occasionally danced Inviting the emeralds along. Amber streaks Sang across the skies, And auburns would Join in for the …

Heavy emptiness.

It’s been 1 year, 2 months, and 21 days. And I can still feel your absence everywhere. In the tiny spaces left behind by the window in the living room that won’t close completely, in the cracks in my palm, down to the very gaps …

Love letters to the dead.

At times Your absence Whooshes into me Like a gust of wind Through an open door And I see you Everywhere I go. As for me, I am Too much feeling Trapped in Too little body Trying to Leak out the pain By writing Love …

Unfinished poetry.

You smear your Unfinished poetry Written with ink Dipped in melancholy Across your cheeks Thinking loneliness Would look Good on you- All I can do Is write In between the lines With ink Tinged with hope And pray That you’d Let me be The end …

Sadness.

I see poetry

Everywhere I go-

In your lonely eyes

And

The haunted songs

The sad trees

In your garden

Sing.

You can’t

Marry loneliness

And wonder why

Happiness won’t fall

In love with you.

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-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

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Absence.

Your absence

Wraps

Its icy fingers

Around my soul,

Squeezing

The poetry

Out of me.

---

-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

P.S. Sorry for disappearing. I have too many exams. *sigh* You know how it is, right? 

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Loneliness.

You infiltrated my heart

Found your way in

Through the tiny cracks

Until my heart was

Full of you.

But now that you’re gone

My heart is empty

Loneliness is slowly

Eking its way in

Through the very same

Doors you walked out of.

You left and let

The Lonely in

My whole body is swimming

In loneliness now

Sometimes it slowly comes

Leaking through my eyes

And, other times

My fingers bleed loneliness

Onto pages and pages

Of blank white paper.

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-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

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Feelings.

Poetry is not written

With words

Its written with feelings

Dipped in heartbreak,

With a pinch of fear

Thrown in, with sorrow

Seeping in through the

Edges, and packaged with

Loneliness, complete with a

Bow of melancholy

On top.

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-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

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