These are not the same lips you once kissed
These are barren; they form only sad words.
You never laid your hand upon these cheeks
Hollow, they belong to a different girl,
Into these grey eyes you never gazed
They are empty and some throbbing hurt
Lies in this skin you never knew.
Since you I am harder, my world turned
And this body never lay with yours:
It contains lessons previously unlearned
You never saw this tough smile, surely
Because it is for you that it burns;
The stars in my mind you once knew
Were snuffed out when you spurned
The love which only you ever felt; now I
Have died, my poetic murmurings unheard.
I walked in a corpse never touched by
Your purity, who is this girl
You never met: phoenix-born from our
Ashes; you wouldn't even recognise her.
*© Tara India.
Sorry I am so sporadic. I write a lot, but it is scattered and mostly not even worth acknowledging. Every so often something I like comes along, and usually at an inconvenient moment: this was written on my phone in the car today. I don't know what I am doing with my life, but I do know I have words inside of me that need to be let out.