surviving through bare necessities

through your hum, through your wrath

through your whistling breaths, through your ignorance

overthinking.

it takes a little time to realise

that what i think is small like the letters i wrote to you that

lie crumpled in a dustbin full of used items

the resistance talks about the possibility of accepting that you left.

mistake.

it takes a little time to realise

that survival through you is an obsession and not a necessity

not a dependency that you think it is, it is all that you think it is

and all that it isn’t

melancholy.

sweet potion of love, a nectar that blooms us all

betrays me when i open the door,

i hear footsteps retracing

i know it was you, your fragrance lingered through your knock

all i do now is wait at the brink, breathing in what’s left of you

nothing.

how i wish i should have wrote to you one last time

how i wish that letters i wrote weren’t small but BIG because of

all that you reflected was a kingdom in my eyes

and all I could see was the resistance of the crowd.

Aimless revolution.

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