How My Words Bleed

I wrote her in ways,

the world would never notice

in pauses, in breaths,

in spaces between words,

where my longing hides.

All of them

my confessions,

I never got to say aloud.

Now every line is a piece of me,

she never cared to keep.

My words suffered in my heart,

breaking themselves into lines,

just to resemble her presence.

They were born in my thoughts.

The silence inside me,

started to speak her name.

Each word bled out of me,

restless and in pain,

searching for a place to hold her.

To love her endlessly,

and to be forgotten quietly,

a single purpose given to me

as if the universe carved into my soul.

When the truth finally settled,

it didn't break me, it rewrote me.

My story without closure,

one she will never see, never feel, never say.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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