My Love Stained Heart Needs to Grieve
My ink stained hands refuse to let go
Of the muscle memories of you.
Everytime I pick up my pen
And lose myself in the artist’s daze
I come out after hours only to realize
That I ended up etching your face again.
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Now what do I do with the ninety nine sketches of you
Hanging on my pink studio walls
Making me look like a stalker obsessed
With a heart faced girl with love filled eyes.
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I should probably burn them
In a rebellious act of grief
But watching you burn on the pyre once
Was enough to haunt all my wakeful dreams.
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So for now, my studio will remain a shrine
Of all our fairytale memories.
My ink stained hands might whine
But my love stained heart
Will breathe a sigh of relief
And continue to slowly cry in expressions of grief.
-Armaan
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About the poet: Armaan Rai is a poet who writes about nature, moments and memories, and nostalgia. She uses simple words and phrases to capture the beauty and complexity of the world around her. She believes that poetry is a powerful tool for expressing emotions and connecting with others. She started this blog, Oregano Oranges, as a way of connecting with other poets and readers. She wanted to create a space where she could share her work, learn from others, and get an opportunity to touch someone’s heart.