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Saptarshi Chakraborty

Abstract

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Saptarshi Chakraborty

Abstract

our time has ended

our time has ended

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we both got off on the wrong foot at first

and I thought you were really impossible

to talk with. my inbox flooded with all your

doubts, questions and answers of stuff I

hadn't even started to grasp.


but as fate would have it we ended

up under the same supervisor, and

for a while I started to open up to 

someone else in a long time.


during the holidays we shared our scars

and matched the cuts on our hearts

and then I knew you could bleed the same

as me, crimson and dark and deep.


when you told me about the overdose

and schizophrenia tests I felt elated

not a shred of sympathy, but joy I thought

"finally, I met a person who gets it".


I ripped my masks off, asked

you to do the

same. I punctured my lungs with screams

so hard that the himalayas would echo with

angst. I urged you to make a bet on which

of us would survive this hell on earth for a

year.


But you used me, threw me like a broken

puppet in the trash. I licked the bones you

threw at me, and ingested all the filth you

dumped on my soul (Yes I have a soul!).


I knew your love, I now know your hate

I also know that I came closer to understanding

who you were, more than anybody else in

this world ever will. I hate that I loved you.

I hate the part of my heart that still aches

to speak with you, yearns for your trust,

seeks your validation and is thirsty to

fulfill this need to be loved, again.


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