Shattered glass carpets the floor
There’s a shape of your fist in the wall
Still, my sun rose in your eyes everyday
But there were sunsets on
our horizon
The games began with a clink of our glasses
A battle of who could be more cruel
Empty rum bottles lined up neatly in a row
But empty words caress our world
Spewing ‘I hate you’s and ‘fuck you!’s
All for that sweet taste of an occasional ‘I love you’
Your soul had darkness, while mine needed light
But through it all, you were home to my heart
Running around this city at 2AM
Whiskey on your breath and you on mine
We were young and reckless
You were unsure and morbid
While making this work was all I
wanted
We thought we had all the answers
Writing notes of forever on
crumpled papers
Years have passed and so much has
gone
As I look in my rear-view mirror
once more
I see you in those same old
clothes covered in ego
Still a bottle in hand and that dark
wit
You still know best, as you
always have
But you no longer possess this punching
bag
I see the darkness in your eyes
still
As you bite your tongue trying not
to be brutal
No, my damaged, old love
You sure haven’t changed even a
bit
But I have, over these very many
years
And if you need convincing, I’m
not interested
Because for every time you said I
was nothing
The universe stitched together my
favourite something
I pray this land can bare the burden
of your being
Because only when the lights went
out on us
Did I finally understand what all
of this actually means
- Diya Vasuraj -
