This is series of three short poetries related to each other:-
When the sky gets pink, and my house goes dark. I dress myself up with a cloth I made from the balcony curtain. The curtain which whispers a song everytime wind blows through it. ⠀
The sky turns darker and darker and darker. The wind chimes in my balcony start missing the voice of my curtains….. I leave my thighs exposed to the pink night when my pretty clothes start telling me their story. The walls around me disappear slowly, my thighs tear apart and I fall in love with you.⠀
Bandages on my neck⠀
Falling in love with you, the you who believes in guns and lilies, I find out that lilies are like grenades to your heart. Lilies which melt away again and again, and you keep on losing them forever. So you tape one to your neck with a bandage. To hide your pain and the voice coming from your throat, to keep it close to you forever. This lily fades and becomes a part of you. A dead part of your even more dead soul. I start seeing the dead as beautiful until the grenades explode.⠀
My MAYBE’s and NO’s ⠀
Seeing dead as beautiful. I’ve hated butterflies since I was 12. When one sat on my shoulder, I was terrified. Yet I touched it on it’s wings. That day many butterflies died, inside me and the one outside. I picked them up one by one to show you how many hearts I’ve killed, forgetting that one of these hearts was mine, it felt suffocating.⠀
I found pretty late that all my ‘maybes’ really did mean ‘no’. Yet I kept speaking maybe, and butterflies kept painting my knuckles violet.
And you taught me how to remove that violet colour. Your cigarettes which perished on my stomach were a guideline for me to scrape my pain off. ⠀
You see, falling in love with you always seemed so easy. Unloving you, always so hard. ⠀
As my body continued pushing me in empty tired rooms which reeked of silence but smelled sweet, I realised that sometimes saying NO has a sweet smell.⠀
The sweet smell of you when you spoke to me about how ‘There was nothing to be afraid of’⠀
‘Even when the night changes’⠀
Obviously I have been very sincere here. Thank you so much myself for just being so active. God I’m so happy with what I’m doing here. Haha.
😭😭😭😭I don’t know, I wrote something after a while. I’m really confused and AAAAAHHHH!!!
Mentally I have not been good. I’m not depressed or anything, I’m just being me, sad and lazy🥵🥵🥵. I would give myself a 4.9/10. Wow rating your mood is not immature at all.
Had to repost this because the previous one I could not edit for some reason..
Thanks(×INFINITY) for reading