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I, No Longer, Love You

I, No Longer, Love You

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I had a body marked with innumerable purplish red marks - 

Purple because the bruises somewhat thought of settling down on my skin,

Red because new bruises wanted to rest on the tanned terrains of my terrestrial self.

Marks that clearly spoke of abrasion. 

One graze on the left elbow, one scrape on the right shoulder. 

Scratched knees, Scuffed lips.

I thought I was a decaying soul 

Till you whispered in my ears

That my Crimson wounds remind you of the leaves turning their colors.


I had an epidermis filled with human holes -

Gaping gorges running through my cleavage,

Maroon in color and indicative of fugitive grievances,

Which have touched me bad -

Torn off my skin and the torn pieces got lost

Or probably, those are too damaged to be repaired.

Wounds that clearly spoke of avulsion. 

Raw muscle and Fat tissues were screaming,

Screeching.

I thought I was a deteriorating soul 

Till I smelled your smell.

It works as an absorbent

To my trauma.


I had a mind incised with mishaps and adversities -

Which had turned Sepia by now.

There were voices inside my head, repugnant.

There were choices inside my heart, repulsive.

There were voices of my choices and choices of my voices.

Intertwined.

Woven into a ball of chaos.

One screams, the other screeches.

Rest all of them,

Shrieks

Squeals

The jagged edges of the toxic events gashed my mind -

The cuts were long but thankfully not deep.

Events kept on slashing me.

I thought I was a collapsing self 

Till your touch worked as a sterile gauze to my incisively wounded mind.

 

I had a heart full of lacerations and punctures.

I bled rapid and extensive.

The inner surfaces of the holes turned Russet

With borders Scarlet laced.

I refused to talk about these.

I tried to bury them deep.

I turned uncommunicative, introverted and secretive.

Red, Gold and Auburn consequences

Never let my eyes rest.

Till you showed me why letting go of the past

Is important.

I thought I was a crumbling self

Till you pulverized my pieces 

And turned my blues into yellow,

You made me see I have turned into a 

Healer, too. 


You have a flavor of October

That is why, 

I Autumn You.


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