this is the turning point

a love which forgets

August 22, 2019


is there a love which forgets?
a love, which
so often reminds me i am shallow,
a fragmented narrative structure.
a love which
is adored like broken wrists,
thick thighs
like winter’s sun.
a love which,
envelopes me in mango juice,
that is all too sweet,
but sticky.
remind yourself that i am only young.
that i am only young.
for this reason,
you must remember that there are narratives written about
vignettes which stain the curtain sill,
memories which are better left unsaid.
children who are better left untouched,
a rhapsody with no singer.
a doorknock with no answer.
once again,
remind yourself of the casual insecurities,
your wrinkles and the empathy.
these are the cinematic memories which i have tried so hard to forget.
but how can we?
i am the imprint of a cardboard cut out,
an infant with a stutter.
i am all the things you wish i was not.  


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  • rainandsonder

    i'm frustrated right now because i don't know how to articulate my thoughts on how freaking good this is in a way that would fully embody what i feel reading this. this is how i want to be able to write poetry.

    over 1 year ago
  • Anha

    oof oof this piece hit me hard. no feedback; your writing is impeccable.

    over 1 year ago
  • Tushar Mandhan

    That mango stuff and the last line is epic.

    over 1 year ago