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(Read Caption) Everything was a lie. A straight

(Read Caption) Everything was a lie. A straight lie from your mouth enveloping my heart. I carried it for seven months giving birth to my premature poetries. You appreciated my emptiness saying I have sacrificed myself on altar to become the soul of your ink, it bleeds all grey until I turn all blue. Everytime you left, I waited for the snowfall, so I can bury my ashes crying for your embrace. I shared all my insecurities in the backspace of your longing. The other morning you texted me, how was the sleep? With a smile I said, I m keeping my promise. Metaphorically, you filled the hole inside my chest digging all the suicides, I died in the last few years. This piece is taking longer than enough like my silence reaching you. This void I will take everywhere to never forget you. I have already cut half of my veins and named them as forest fires but this time I won't be able to consume my blood, as the veins has soaked your name from the last call you made and my fingers holded them for the next excuse, I made, to let you go. I am happy that I wasn't pregnant with your story but the absence of your words is choking me. And to let you know I haven't had my periods from last two months but today the reminisces born futile and the thickening broke down revealing the secret of your entrance. I have closed the door of my room for it will be hard for my mother to read the poems, with your name on every word. I am sitting all tied with the lies you forgot to take. This time the poet wishes to die coz the poet can't help the beloved for abandoning her death. The crevices and corners all draining in the flood and making the room into a filthy pathetic country with no artists and I AM DROWNING IN IT. Thank you Asif ZR and Ashish for the poke.
(Read Caption) Everything was a lie. A straight lie from your mouth enveloping my heart. I carried it for seven months giving birth to my premature poetries. You appreciated my emptiness saying I have sacrificed myself on altar to become the soul of your ink, it bleeds all grey until I turn all blue. Everytime you left, I waited for the snowfall, so I can bury my ashes crying for your embrace. I shared all my insecurities in the backspace of your longing. The other morning you texted me, how was the sleep? With a smile I said, I m keeping my promise. Metaphorically, you filled the hole inside my chest digging all the suicides, I died in the last few years. This piece is taking longer than enough like my silence reaching you. This void I will take everywhere to never forget you. I have already cut half of my veins and named them as forest fires but this time I won't be able to consume my blood, as the veins has soaked your name from the last call you made and my fingers holded them for the next excuse, I made, to let you go. I am happy that I wasn't pregnant with your story but the absence of your words is choking me. And to let you know I haven't had my periods from last two months but today the reminisces born futile and the thickening broke down revealing the secret of your entrance. I have closed the door of my room for it will be hard for my mother to read the poems, with your name on every word. I am sitting all tied with the lies you forgot to take. This time the poet wishes to die coz the poet can't help the beloved for abandoning her death. The crevices and corners all draining in the flood and making the room into a filthy pathetic country with no artists and I AM DROWNING IN IT. Thank you Asif ZR and Ashish for the poke.
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