If i could steal some words from your mouth
I will steal hope, love and life
And keep them on the tip of my tongue
Until they seeped into my tastebuds
And stayed there
Like they belonged only to me
So that everytime i said
"I want to die"
It would metamorphose into
"I love you"
I would chew down selflove thirty two times
And gulp it knowing that i could finally digest the only remaining fact
That people would always choose themsleves over me
All the while i kept waiting to be saved
Of all the words i could ask you to look meanings for
I would hand you some lost will to live
And ask you to make a poetry out of it
Because truth be told
A glass of water doesn't fillup the drought stricken river
It only forms quicksand
Where hope is engulfed for too much commotion
If one day i tell you to bid me goodbye
I would ask you to take away my sentence forming ability
So that i wouldn't know how to say out loud
"I miss you"
I would keep fumbling
Searching for the perfect words to make sense
And always end up being misunderstood like my depression
I would say...something is forgotten
And you, trying to decipher what i meant,would ask,"what"
I would smile and look at you long enough for you to realise it's "you"
You would then teach me
How to place vowels and consonants together to form a word
I would spell "love"
You would laugh, correct me
And then tell how love is never about corrections but acceptance
You will say out loud that you accept me
And all the words i ever used
To keep me hidden
Inside my own body
Would come undone
I would be lying on the floor
Finally making you realise
That i was made up of too many unspoken sentences
The ones which would keep bleeding would be
You would then dress me up with pity and sympathy
As empathy would stand in the corner
Constantly whispering "rab raakha"
My world will crumble
Hope flying away from my heart like caged bird
Until what would remain
Is a blank face
Looking at you
You, frightened, would ask me
"Do you remember yourself"
And i, unable to comprehend anything you said
Would finally blink my eyes
Crying i would open my mouth
And see my tastebuds turning into blisters of rejection
Bleeding with all the words
Like hope, love, life
Which were never mine to begin with
I would drop dead
Like an injured bird falling from a sky
And annihilate into a poem
You would then keep in your wallet
And look at it everytime you remember
There was a girl
Who never knew how to ask for help
Without brushing it with too many sorry's
That sometimes it looked like she was almost apologising for existing...