Your bronzite eyes glisten with tears.
Your heart was a rose petal and I ripped it,
And you wonder how the puzzle pieces don’t fit,
Because now all you can apprehend are the world’s brutal jeers.
You force smiles and laughter,
Lie on your bed like a crumpled ball of paper,
Frail and maimed as your world collapsed and your hopes turned into a blurry vapor.
What a lovely ending (of the story of your life) to your most prominent chapter!
No! You are not one to be belittled.
You’re worth things streets ahead than mine.
I am a heap of disgrace while you are a sun-kissed sea shore dappled with diamonds that shine.
You are not redundant. You are so further away from that. I just won’t ever be able to spit the truth. I may flash a smile but your heart will stay just as brittle.
The butterflies in fact are a blight on you.
A slice of my heart is in fact going to put a blight on you,
And my rhymes won’t ever fit in your poems as you would want them to.
We were meant to drift apart with eyes glistening like the flowers in the early-morning dew.
The world’s inkier than you think.
A moment with you would be shoddier than a forever without you.
We’re better off pretzeled into fathomless knots until we can live again, fresh and anew,
Whilst covertly pining for each other and crying our hearts out till they shrink.
~ Riddhi Chakraborty
Notes: This is a sequel to How Your Heart Raptured Mine from the opposite perspective.
Swan's Labyrinth 