I have these abandoned cities inside of me,
Named on the people that once used to love me.
All the roads and the towers are devoid of company-
No one there remembers my face.
So, pls, understand how hard it is for me to answer your trivial "tell me more about yourself"
I have been held before by a gaze as soft as yours,
He is a stranger now, like you'll be too.
I have been desired to stay, and been pleaded to go-
Both at once.
So, pls, understand if I tune you out sometimes and go whichever way the wind blows.
I have my hands stained in the color of ink,
All these sadness and I don't know what to do with it
I have been both- a sad girl and sadness wearing the face of a girl,
You pick whoever you like more.
But, pls, understand if I can't exactly tell who I'm and what is it that I want.
I have been seen - either on the edge; wary of the fall,
Or playing in the deep end, till I go blue in the face.
Adrenaline is who I court, but I'm married to the caution
Till sadness comes to take its claim, and his I become.
So, pls, understand if most of the times my eyes have layers upon layers of emotions, but my face is blank.
I have made words my eulogy, eulogy my beginnings.
I have so many stories to tell, but they demand to be left alone so stubbornly.
So quiet and out of place, like the last ray of sun in a twilight sky- I stay still to breathe.
So, pls, try to understand this is not poetry but just an attempt to understand my own self?
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 5:31 PM UTC
I have these abandoned cities inside of me,
Named on the people that once used to love me.
All the roads and the towers are devoid of company-
No one there remembers my face.
So, pls, understand how hard it is for me to answer your trivial "tell me more about yourself"
I have been held before by a gaze as soft as yours,
He is a stranger now, like you'll be too.
I have been desired to stay, and been pleaded to go-
Both at once.
So, pls, understand if I tune you out sometimes and go whichever way the wind blows.
I have my hands stained in the color of ink,
All these sadness and I don't know what to do with it
I have been both- a sad girl and sadness wearing the face of a girl,
You pick whoever you like more.
But, pls, understand if I can't exactly tell who I'm and what is it that I want.
I have been seen - either on the edge; wary of the fall,
Or playing in the deep end, till I go blue in the face.
Adrenaline is who I court, but I'm married to the caution
Till sadness comes to take its claim, and his I become.
So, pls, understand if most of the times my eyes have layers upon layers of emotions, but my face is blank.
I have made words my eulogy, eulogy my beginnings.
I have so many stories to tell, but they demand to be left alone so stubbornly.
So quiet and out of place, like the last ray of sun in a twilight sky- I stay still to breathe.
So, pls, try to understand this is not poetry but just an attempt to understand my own self?
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