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the-year-i-met-you · 2 years

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it was 4 in the morning when you found me. the city felt like a poem melting into the arms of her muse. you ask me, why do i refer poetry as a woman. and i say how poetry is just another word for belongingness. for poems, like women, nurtures you lovingly till the day you just grow out of your home. the water flows down my shoulder as i hug my knees together watching you sit on my bathroom…

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shewasalex · 5 months

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IF THEY WANTED TO THEY WOULD 😩 when i disassociated from my relationship i still tried and wanted to keep it going but the moment he disassociated, it was over

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meandmymoisl · 4 years

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Sometimes I wish he would just have killed me, but then I remember how far I’ve come. How much I am like myself again and how the sun kisses my nose and how the moon is still up there. After all this time. And there’s this strength in my chest that tells me: we will come further. we are getting a better person than we’ve ever been. ~ • Don’t let your past bring you down. You’re more than your past. You are your present and your future. Don’t let your past become your future 🖤

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thewordssheneverspoke · 5 years

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292/365

I want you in my future cause I love having you in my present.

- C'

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collectorofawkwardmoments-blog · 6 years

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Tu me manques

The canopy reminded me of your lips,

the kiss that got me high.

The trees reminded me of your body,

so strongly held against mine.

The breeze reminded me of your embrace,

gently caressing & tracing my face.

The buildings reminded me of your house,

empty structures, remnants of our time gone by.

The sky reminded me of your hometown,

where the mountains fondle the blue.

The dusk sang a tune in my ears,

which haunted me like the songs we shared.

You are like a tormenting dream which I never fail to see,

Yet somehow the empty road remained closest to reality,

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the-year-i-met-you · 2 years

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meet me where the wind sighs.

The air carried a hint of agony today. She tucks another stray strand of her hair behind her ear. Her pale, slender fingers, running along the edge of her silver jhumka, making their way back to the soft fabric of her beige dupatta. The sound of the Ganga echoes in my ears as the sun paints the river with a crimson hue and there I was trying to find my breath in every moment in between. इशारों…

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the-year-i-met-you · 2 years

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and if the world was ending tomorrow, would you still leave me behind?

1. i painted my nails black for the first time in eleven years today and catch myself sighing as the thunder rolled outside the window. hugging my knees closer to my chest i wait for the rain to pay me a visit. you don't say anything, but try to reach out for my hand. and there we go again in silences, begging each other to utter something. anything. and when the storm gets louder, i look at you.

"i like your nails." you manage somehow.

"thanks, love. i know she wore the same ones too."

i smile, wiping away that faint lipstick stain on the collar of your blue shirt.

- before you say that you love me, please walk away.

2. autumn wore a crooked smile that year, but carried the deadliest hurricanes in his fists. and even though the winds have always held me back, tell me how am i supposed to resist a man who has named me, after some unsung ancient storm, that the books have refused to carry? three years later, still write to autumn about my side of the city and my mother laughs at me.

"how does it feel to be named after a disaster now?" she mocks.

pressing the burnt end of the ciggarette upon my skin, i smile back at her, "like i belong to him."

- the lover named 'disaster'.

3. before jumping into our infinity, i remember asking you, how long do we keep on going till we get tired of waking up to the sound of each other's heartbeat; for i knew that i came with galaxies, which aren't as pretty as the poets describe. i was the night sky that has forgotten how to shine and you knew from it the very first day you held my hand - and when you refused to answer, i knew it was time to kiss you goodbye.

- come find me, if you ever change your mind.

4. mom, i have forgotten how to write. the sun doesn't feel the same upon my skin anymore, neither do the wind leave soft metaphors on my windowpane. i don't remember how the flowers in your garden looked when i visited you last summer, nor do i remember the colour of the sky when father breathed his last. why did he call my art bitter? how am i supposed to weave my words like honey? just like how she does, so that he stays, just for another summer?

- mom, i think i'm forgetting how to breathe.

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the-year-i-met-you · 3 years

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• hours(ft. you) - a slow death •

dawn - whimpering fragile silhouettes/satin laces wrapped around wine stained sheets/ the streetlights flicker slowly/ "what is it like to love someone till every single breath is just an reminder how you have to get through another day alone" / i stare at the sticky note beside my bedstand/ deafening silence creeps up my spine/ yet i find a home somewhere in between/ somewhere far amidst the first ray of sun a lone bird sighs/ i tell myself that i don't need you/ my words comes out in series of stutters/ please come home.

noon - old typewriter keys clash against tired fingers/ i tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear as the clock tower strucks one/ the sky looks like a pastel patchwork of metaphors today/ i hope the winds on your side of the town are gentle on your freckles/ inside my third drawer, somewhere carefully tucked inside some envelopes/ and i try so hard to not reach out for your smile/ i have survived two octobers alone since you left and i am not sure if i can take the third one.

dusk - i run my fingertips around the edge if the ceramic cup and watch my date flash me a smile/ his long brown locks are similar to yours but yet home feels so far/ long slender fingers run over my knuckles; he looks outside the window/ a tint of shyness kisses his cheeks/ i smile and shift my gaze to the sky/ have you found a different heartbeat to call your safe place now love? (i hope you still think about me)

midnight - thunder whirls past the city as i spend another sleepless night with empty arms/ the wooden box where we kept our promise rings, now serves as my ashtray/ you left me like an unfinished poem after feeding me with a very promising ending/ i smile to myself and then laugh and then choke on my own sobs/ how am i now supposed to finish the poem in me if your thoughts keep on breaking me over and over in every passing hour?

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the-year-i-met-you · 3 years

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the pink of the winter sun paints the sunset/my grandmother hums along the radio/four year old me lets another sigh again/ my eyes trace the gentle sunlight gliding down the beige walls and within a few heartbeats- they shrink and fall on my sister's lap/ it is windy now/ i look at the trees and frown/ "the trees are always the kindest when the spring comes, love" my grandma says/ a few seconds later the doorbell rings/ sets of anticipated feet alongside some familiar giggles make their way to the door/ there stands mother with our most awaited guest/ my father smiles and scoops me up on his lap/ big brown eyes, identical to mine, stares back from my mother's arms/ i smile reaching out for his little hand/ warm tiny fingers wrapped around my index/ "welcome home, little one" my grandma smiles.

my lover smiles at the cherry blossoms as the wind fiddles his hair/ two steps behind i smile to myself/ the sky looks like a city poetry today/ and my lover, he is radiating all the pretty metaphors/ i wonder whether he notices the growing pink in my cheeks and smile snuggling deeper inside my scarf/ we walk along slowly, occasionally stealing glances and smiling/ for a second our hands brush against each other/ "do you, um, mind if-?" his words get caught up before he manages a shy smile/ a set of giggles later, i remember the warmth/ fingers linked firmly as his thumb runs along the back of my hand/ "thank you" i whisper to myself.

my mother runs her wrinkled fingers along my new blue hair/ she does not like it the best bit get manages to smile/ i touch her feet as she welcomes me home/ fragile eyes trace my piercings and my new set of tattoos/ "its been six long years, mom" i smile back at her, as she engulfs me into a hug/ she smells like sandalwood and jasmine/ she smells like happy bonfire nights on a winter evening/ yet i notice her eyes finding it hard to take in all the changes i have kissed within these years/ she tucks a piece of my loose hair behind my ear as i lay next to her/ i understand that she is still searching for that home inside me/ "you feel like you are the Moon's favorite piece of art, dear" she smiles and i can't help but trap every fragment of this moment in between my bones.

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the-year-i-met-you · 3 years

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excerpts of a book i'll never write-

excerpts of a book i’ll never write-

i remember the sunrays resting on your cheeks that day and me, tracing the freckles across your face with my eyes. you looked like an angel with that little heart shaped freckle at the corner of your right eye. my fingertips run across your shoulder, then moves to your chest. palm resting right where your heart sings loudly. last night you told me about your dreams and how there were so many…

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the-year-i-met-you · 3 years

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#2 excerpts of a book I'll never write

#2 excerpts of a book I’ll never write

i was told that it takes around eleven weeks to forget someone. it has been exactly eighty six days and a couple heartless hours-and god i hope the winds on the other side of the town is gentle on your freckles. i tuck my vulnerability in the deepest corners of my pockets and rush down the rainwashed pavements. i am craving a sunrise. ever since your absence embraced me all i have known are…

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the-year-i-met-you · 3 years

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things that make me feel whole

the sound of my grandma’s laughterlaced with the warmth of the winter sun.she braids my hair humming her lullabyas I watch the burnt out ends of the incense stick falland the smell of sandalwood lingers around the roomwhile I silently wish,“oh how I wish to hold on to every second of this moment,to inject it in my veinsand relive it, over and overagain and again.” the shy smile of that pretty…

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meandmymoisl · 4 years

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~ Illusion of me

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meandmymoisl · 4 years

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Can you see the moon?

We're just about to take the next step.

No time to stop.

No time to take a look.

Running under the sky

you forget to look up.

To the sky.

To the moon.

To the stars.

Tell me, are you happy?

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meandmymoisl · 4 years

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I can’t go, I tell him. I’m not strong enough, I don’t even know them.

But what if you’ll stay, he asks. How do you want to make a change, if you’ll never get out of your comfort zone?

You want them to like you, but how shall they know if you don’t give them the chance to get to know you?

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So I went. And they were happy to see me. And I was happy to see them. And they were nice. And kind. And it was beautiful.

He was right. He is always right.

~ AK for one of my best friends. I’m so happy the universe wanted us to meet each other 💜

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meandmymoisl · 4 years

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#triggerwarnig

Flashback to three years ago.

It didn’t stop. My body wasn’t my home anymore. Everything hurt and it lasted for months. Months full with blood and blood and BLOOD. You can’t imagine. It wasn’t red. It was black. For months. Everyday. And it smelled like hell. I wasn’t able to go out because I was afraid someone could notice.

It was awful.

I didn’t know why my body did this kind of things. I didn’t know why I had to go through this hell after I just had got out of my personal hell.

Nowadays I know why.

Seems like my body just wanted to tell me not to open up for anyone, that he just wanted to show me what he had resisted. What would happen if I’d go bad.

But it was like hell.

And I know I don’t want to go there anymore. Never again.

~ Becci

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