As I stare at those
blank pages of my diary
that I left for you,
I can’t help but see those lines
and flinch at those memories
where you belted
the bare back of my heart
with your knife sharp words.

And when it leaked red
through the cracks
you fashioned lovingly,
I dipped roses in them
and built walls of poetries
for you to sleep in
and weave dreams
among the stars.

It was still easy for me to say
that I didn’t want any cracks anymore
while I was still away from you
inside the clouds.
But it was when those
sharp pains shot up
when I looked in your eyes,
that I realised that,

r e d r o s e s l a s t l o n g e r
t h a n d a n d e l i o n s .


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