By Bhavika Dudani
I don’t happen to be satisfied
All I want to do is write,
About the mole on your chest,
And the rheumy eyes,
When you finally told me you no longer loved me,
I wanted to grab my diary and describe,
How much that grief choked my breath,
And those hungry red chambers in my chest, wanted to be fed;
I afflicted so tightly despite the fact,
My palms were bruised and sore,
And pretending we were okay wasn’t any longer an act.
Petite hands over your face, I kissed you hastily, That while your lips tasted like betrayal, And you no longer smelled like my favourite cologne, Your touch seemed like a stranger to me, And I laid in your arms, but our fingers didn’t intertwine; I looked on it in bitter disbelief, As love evacuated out of your heart, I knew, It was the moment to unbind myself from you, And to liberate my body, to release two souls; It was the time to unleash the promise of forever, I knew, It was the moment I had to let you go.
By Bhavika Dudani
Beautifully written💖
Amazing 😍
Absolutely melodic!! the emotion and intentions has outreached well!! Lovely Bhavika!!
Such a beautiful piece to read...loved it.
It's simply alluring❤️