THINGS YOU NEVER TOUCHED
I stitched my silence with threads of things I couldn’t say.
I yearned with the last pieces I had stored away.
The moon watched me unravel, but never turned away.
The sea heard my cries, but never bothered to ask me "why?".
I carved poems on the inside of my ribs just to feel alive.
And the lines suffocated me instead of bringing me back to life.
Now I wear my pain like a second skin—
Quiet, but tight.
Eyes search for yours in a room filled with aching hearts.
But yours were always the kind to look away when it got too dark.
The smile you wore felt so fake,
Never could see me in the eye but always watched me When it was time to say— goodbye.
You held my ghost like it was still breathing,
But never dared to touch the girl I was beneath.
Touched my skin like it’s what made me, me.
Still, unaware about the nights in me.
You kissed daylight onto my body,
But left my shadows starving in silence.
So I became the quiet storm you never saw coming
Soft in presence,
But drowning everything you left untouched.
Copyright © Adwitaa Singh | Year Posted 2025
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