Alone, as the ire quells, I entangle myself from everyone
around me. I take two steps back into my own world, to reflect upon words which were never meant. Everything was a lie, to fit best into the sleazy world,
which will pass you by the minute you flounder. I thought you'd stand by me,
but my one mistake- and you were gone as fast as you'd come into my life. My desire
had gone from borne to a bane.
I would have never thought that it would come to this, how
the heart tends to saturate with everything after a few trials. In the
transience of life, is nothing really permanent?
Because all that remains now
are the words that he refused to speak. The pain is vivid still, and the
disbelief is unrelenting. Segregate- dreams from reality, tears from laughter,
hurt from salvation, love from hate - and my whole heart should be divided in
two pieces; one, for how he made me feel, and the other, for how I feel.
Take my hand,
Untangle me from you.
Set me free,
Don’t keep holding on,
Don’t hurt me.
For the raconteur once recited a nebulous
story of love and hope to me, they turned out to be a dissembler, and I was a mere
mirror - a pariah. So, these colorful images of the imagination must
ultimately be dyed in colors of black and white, positive turning to negative,
pixels turning to dust; and all of it, forever etched into my memory.
