Love Story of Cowards
i picked up
your fainted
heart ; like a
dead petal.
never had i seen
personification so
beautifully designed-
you screamed
privilege and ran away
with twelve paper sheets
and one deceased heart.
if i knew
this is the
taste of words,
i would have
smirked at my
naive self,
broken me to bits,
abandoned me
and trusted me.
if only i knew
this is the
taste of words,
i would have never
turned to love.
if i describe you
even the hunch
of the feelings
i feel,
you will ask for more-
more words ;
more hurt.
but if you believe
even a portion of
my poems,
you will ask for less-
less words ;
less hurt.
i picked up
your fainted
heart,
like a metaphor-
drugged with
painkillers.
you were
my shooting star ;
falling void less
over the orbit,
but i sailed away.
if i knew
this is the
taste of words,
i would have
stayed,
let you desrtuct
around me,
just to make rhymes
on a love story,
a love story of
cowards.
Copyright © Manaswi Patil | Year Posted 2021
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