By Mehar Arora
there’s a war inside me-
reckless & cruel
a reflection where my past plays like the fool.
and it isn’t just me in my story, there are fragments of yours
haunting my dreams , opening the closed doors.
every night, your words linger in the air
they whisper “you were never enough to care.”
they surface my unspoken fears-
turning my loudest doubts into the quietest tears.
it’s always the matter of the little things,
stolen glances, joy that love brings.
small gestures, touch of time
but he only wanted the passionate climb.
he only loved intimate, craved the bare,
left me empty and lost, as if nothing was ever there.
I feel used, I feel discarded, like I was just a reprieve,
he took my light away and left me to grieve.
now I’m back to where it all began, living on the hope of love’s grace,
but i think , in between everything,I’ve forgotten my place.
this is my battle, my story to tell-
and I’m gonna love myself well.