D I S E N T H R A L L
(set free)

Our eyes meet
And I look away
If I don’t
I might stay
All eternity, holding your hand
Chest to chest, within your arms
Breathing in your cologne
Feeding upon your stolen kisses

You kiss me whenever
Say you’d stay with me forever
Trust me, I’ve seen lies before
And I know how sweet and
Appeasing they seem to be
And you, my darling,
Are the sweetest lie I’ve ever tasted

You get wasted and come home to me
Say things you’d forget once you were sober
The very fact, it does bother me bad
Still, I tuck you in bed
And utter an I love you
With a kiss on your forehead
You are everything that
I’ve promised myself to stay away from
The whiff of cigar filling my lungs
Whenever you came close
Your sweatshirts which I always wore,
Reeking of whiskey and rum
It’s taste intoxicating me
Whenever you pressed your lips onto mine

I’ve promised myself, you see
To stay away from all things that scream ‘you’
But, the day I saw you,
Frozen, I held my breath
I didn’t care if I was shivering
Beneath your cold stare
I didn’t care if I was hurting
Instead of stitching up
I always knew
That I would be drawn to you
For, I’d always end up drawn to storms
Rather than sunsets
Veracious and murky cemeteries
Suffused with truths and tears
Rather than lecherous rotten gatherings

You’ve now become engraved on my heart
A part of me too painful to lose
I always knew that you were a bad leap
Oh boy, if only you knew
How much I loved to stand out
To be the black among whites
The cream swirling into galaxies within the black coffee
The writer among aspiring doctors
The wild wolf among the tamed

Oh trust me, you weren’t enough for me
You were definitely more
More than I could encompass
Now, I take no more
I’ve grown too cold to feel you
Too numb to say that I love you
Too broken to fix your jar of regrets
Including me, of course
I bid goodbye and just so you know,
Here lies our fickle tale
Written in my journal, in my blood
Embedded with painful silences
The words jarred betwixt love’s faint whispers
Us, hurting too much to stay
And too broken to leave
And we used to call it love
Alright, so be it.

Maybe, it was love.

©meghana27