Running in circles
Making love to the devil
Dreaming in stanzas
Bells strung on this nightmare
Silly girl
He’s not yours to hold
A thief in the night
His heart is cold
Do you still sit by your phone
Hoping it’ll ring?
Are you always only half asleep
Because what if it’s him?
Waking up with memories playing on repeat
Wondering when it’ll stop
He’s like turpentine to your veins
But how do you give up your favourite home?
Those long talks till the break of dawn
Have slowly become you, your diary and a pen
Laced fingers and
synchronized smiles
Have now turned into a tiresome waiting game
Silly girl, he’s not yours anymore
He belongs only to the moon and the universe
His heart doesn’t beat for you like it used to
You should be glad all you have is a broken heart
Because it could have been a lot worse.
- Diya Vasuraj -
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