hello stranger.

My brain is in a mess.

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for the time of a thousand suns
or the chill of many a winter,
through the days of rotting roses
and blood letting times of night,
seeping through the whites of youth
and leaving dark wine stains of age,
i could have loved you
or i did, i’m not sure anymore.

my scarred knees know how to land
on gravel covered pathways,
but the new layers grow differently
like the broken veins of my heart,
they travel in different directions
and i don’t recognise it.
i don’t recognise you.

i’m holding on to letting go,
so i can find the silence in my mind.
but there are pieces of you
embedded in the fabric of my soul.
there is no heartbreak, only
the realization of denial.
we choose to live in the past
because its simple, but its not, its hard.

move on to better things.
what if there’s nothing better?
move on anyway,
because lingering on chipped nails
and camisole tears never did any good.
the tears will fall, the seasons will change
and the chance will come by again,
or so they say.

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Written by priya.balraju

April 9, 2010 at 2:06 pm

Posted in Love, Poetry

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