Night was settling on the
Crevices of my neck awaking
The part of your memories in
I see your soft loyalty coated
With your velvety lies were
Woven in the beautiful beads
Embellishing around my clavicle.
Your crimson lips opened into a
molten lava and my name was
mercilessly melted in it.
Your love was always like a hot-
Stream from where I evaporated
Without affecting the flow of
I was always be a blank canvas
For you where your tongue used
To create an art to satiate your
You used to say I see your naked
Body just like a typical colors of
Van Gogh's palette and I'm just
Looking for the color of my pleasure.
You ate the color of my happiness
And left the words of Sylvia Plath
In my every breathe.
Your name has become the tremors
In my veins whenever I think about
It causes landslide in my brain.
I chose not to think about you
But whenever I see you other side
Of my life smudge of sadness start
To bloom into the beautiful peonies.
My spine reflexes the juissance to
My heart which was delaying the
Spring since long.
My words are an ocean of agony
Only creates the poetry of heart-
breaks they tell the world that love
Is not piece of my life so the world
Call me a heartless poetess.
But where this art comes from
Tells you my heartfelt poetry.
Despite million times heartbreak
In spite of causing my sadness,
You'll always be the metaphor of
Because for me—
"You'll always be the poem I'd love
To carve on my epitaph".