The Poem I wrote during and recited at the Poets' Collective Meet #22 yesterday @TheLuggageRoom
This poem was written to be performed, so you might not comprehend completely the sentiments it tries to put across, but I hope it is enough.
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We measure love through pain,
Because happiness is unreliable.
Did it kill you too?
That truck headed the wrong way
On a one way
Straight for your mother's car?
Did it kill you?
Well,
Then you must have loved her a lot.
Are you still looking for the parts of yourself
And the shards
Of the mirror in your chest
That used to beat once upon a time?
Do you bleed in silent agony?
Because then the leaving that broke you
Must've been true
love.
Love that we can only measure through pain
Because happiness, is unreliable.
Did you,
Did you rely a little more on sunsets
and a little less on dawns?
And get curtains for your glass walls
that were yellow on the outside,
painted grey on the inside?
Because you were so full of love,
that nothing,
Nothing but pain,
Could contain it?
Because you knew from day one,
That unless you put your complete trust in someone,
You will never know what love truly is
and what beauty trust is,
especially when broken?
These broken parts, glass shards,
that will bloom into flowers
under the kaleidoscopic lens of pain.
Because pain,
my love,
is how love will always be measured.
Until we give up on trying to measure love at all.
And happiness?
That will always remain unreliable.
___
PS: I wouldn't have put this up today if I hadn't gotten what was like the third "Why aren't you updating your blog anymore?" from someone. It really pushes you to stay committed to what you started, no matter how down and low or simply busy you get. THANK YOU!
PPS: So I'm going to start being regular again. Do come back, readers. I love the page-view stats every time you do :)
This poem was written to be performed, so you might not comprehend completely the sentiments it tries to put across, but I hope it is enough.
___
We measure love through pain,
Because happiness is unreliable.
Did it kill you too?
That truck headed the wrong way
On a one way
Straight for your mother's car?
Did it kill you?
Well,
Then you must have loved her a lot.
Are you still looking for the parts of yourself
And the shards
Of the mirror in your chest
That used to beat once upon a time?
Do you bleed in silent agony?
Because then the leaving that broke you
Must've been true
love.
Love that we can only measure through pain
Because happiness, is unreliable.
Did you,
Did you rely a little more on sunsets
and a little less on dawns?
And get curtains for your glass walls
that were yellow on the outside,
painted grey on the inside?
Because you were so full of love,
that nothing,
Nothing but pain,
Could contain it?
Because you knew from day one,
That unless you put your complete trust in someone,
You will never know what love truly is
and what beauty trust is,
especially when broken?
These broken parts, glass shards,
that will bloom into flowers
under the kaleidoscopic lens of pain.
Because pain,
my love,
is how love will always be measured.
Until we give up on trying to measure love at all.
And happiness?
That will always remain unreliable.
___
PS: I wouldn't have put this up today if I hadn't gotten what was like the third "Why aren't you updating your blog anymore?" from someone. It really pushes you to stay committed to what you started, no matter how down and low or simply busy you get. THANK YOU!
PPS: So I'm going to start being regular again. Do come back, readers. I love the page-view stats every time you do :)
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