She Washed Her Hands Away In My Blood

I talk to her every day,

In my dreams and in reality.

She lives in all the places I wish,

And I don't need her physical presence.

If only she calls out my name,

I would forget the whole world and go insane.

I never wanted her to stay,

But I hope she will accept my heart's offer.

I wait for her signs,

Before my time here ends and I exit.

That I might hear from her,

When she still can.

I have been alone,

But I never felt lonely.

After she came and left,

Even with the whole world, I now feel lonely.

Was she skilled in breaking hearts?

She broke mine so perfectly.

Untamed by any, but broken by one,

Now shattered into pieces.

Memories of her rejection haunt me,

And my nights are filled only with nightmares.

She washed her hands of the relationship,

From the blood, bleeding from my heart.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.