Priyanka Singh

THE THOUGHT OF US

You've encircled my dreams
for a love, 
long lost.
Once we flowed 
like the waves of the same sea,
Once we bloomed 
like the flowers of the same tree,
And I didn't want to write this,
Dint have the courage to even start,
Because you might have once deserved it,
But you no longer,
deserve my art.

Once you touched me 
like a chill summer breeze,
That soothes 
the harsh summer heat,
that flows with the wind 
like your sweet giggling.
Once I would have given 
my heart to you, 
my sister, 
to the version of you 
in my imagination,
Funny 
how we believe them so deeply 
to overlook the reality,
And we slice our soul into pieces 
for something that never existed.

But I believe that maybe once, it was real. 
That once you would look back at us 
and not speak of swears.
Once you were in my memories 
that didn't hurt,
Once our memories 
didn't reek of betrayal
Once I could talk about us 
without losing my breath,
Without knowing 
that we were just your pretence,
Without knowing 
that I burdened you on my high roads 
when I thought you held me willingly.

Then maybe once 
I could think about us without a rope to my neck,
Maybe once 
I could talk about us without a rock to my chest,
And maybe then 
I wouldn't run away from 

the thought of us.

                       

      Poetry by Priyanka

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