Poem: Her

She touches you
and it feels like
the comfort of raindrops
singing on a sweltering night
mine felt like the ember of broken dreams.

She kisses you
and it tastes like
your happiest childhood memory
captured in a pair of lips.
Mine were too shy,
treading between desire and madness.
Maybe that’s why
your lips never fit into mine.
She touches you
and it feels like
the comfort of raindrops
singing on a sweltering night
mine felt like the ember of broken dreams.
Maybe that’s why your hands
never filled the emptiness in mine.
Her eyes pierce into yours
and it reminds you
of sun-kissed waves
racing ahead to the beach.
Mine were rocks
that the sea runs away from.
Maybe that’s why you never
Drowned yourself in them.
Her scars are stories
You read every night
Mine, I already wore as my skin.
Her smile, a lullaby
which you recite like a prayer.
She is your hope
weaved in words.
maybe that’s why
you never found your
poetry in me.

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An ardent believer that any diet which excludes a burger(s) for breakfast, lunch, and dinner should not exist.
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