The battle for constant fit into your world was swirled around me.
I had you in my mind, my body my soul.
I let your drip through my spirit like silk,
So easily and intense.
It made me feel like i was whole.
It made our infinities.
But little that I'd know, it was your infinity.
My battles weren't your concern.
We can't make our eternity, our forever.
Not bc i, couldn't fight enough the 'fit'.
But bc, my infinity was faded by your existence.

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The battle for constant fit into your world was swirled around me. I had you in my mind, my body my soul. I let your drip through my spirit like silk, So easily and intense. It made me feel like i was whole. It made our infinities. But little that I'd know, it was your infinity. My battles weren't your concern. We can't make our eternity, our forever. Not bc i, couldn't fight enough the 'fit'. But bc, my infinity was faded by your existence.

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one day, we decided to clean out your stuff and everyone agreed on it. everyone felt that your stuff would just sit there and mock us every day and remind us of what you did to us, of how you just walked away from us. i know it must have been hard for you to walk away and that pain and guilt would have pulped in your soul, but you had a lifetime of adventures waiting out there for you, and we here we had constant reminders of your absence, of how we would never get our share of love and how we would choke ourselves to death under the very same roof you left.

maa,it's not that we threw all your stuff because we hated you, no we did not.it was because we were not even sure if you were alive, let alone the thought of you coming back.so, we did all that out of our compassion a day respect for you. we assumed you to be dead, as it was easy to accept that rather than tackling the thoughts of you leaving us behind and enjoying your time in this world.

few days later after all your stuff was out, either in charity or was being auctioned, i found my own mind dwindling back to the roads of you. so to distract myself, i picked up a random book, i shuffled through the pages, before reading anything which was printed on those pages.

i found this yellowing page, neatly folded and firmly pressed somewhere between the covers of that book. “look at them, those stars, they shine just for you.
steal each one of them, those stars, they long to fall asleep, right here, in your arms. 
look at them, those stars and their longing for human touch.
hand them your finger, and see how desperately they clutch 
you”

it was your handwriting maa. and i could not hold all those bottled-up emotions any more. i was so happy and yet my tears had vowed to make themselves an ocean. i was happy to find you once again in our house, which felt like home that day. and it was clear to me in a flash that dead or not, you were alive in my heart,and that this paralytic and yet parallel universe would never let me feel deprived of your love. 
i was never alone, i always had you right here in my heart which somehow still connected with you even though you were four states away or possibly in afterlife. Instagram Photos | videos | post

one day, we decided to clean out your stuff and everyone agreed on it. everyone felt that your stuff would just sit there and mock us every day and remind us of what you did to us, of how you just walked away from us. i know it must have been hard for you to walk away and that pain and guilt would have pulped in your soul, but you had a lifetime of adventures waiting out there for you, and we here we had constant reminders of your absence, of how we would never get our share of love and how we would choke ourselves to death under the very same roof you left. maa,it's not that we threw all your stuff because we hated you, no we did not.it was because we were not even sure if you were alive, let alone the thought of you coming back.so, we did all that out of our compassion a day respect for you. we assumed you to be dead, as it was easy to accept that rather than tackling the thoughts of you leaving us behind and enjoying your time in this world. few days later after all your stuff was out, either in charity or was being auctioned, i found my own mind dwindling back to the roads of you. so to distract myself, i picked up a random book, i shuffled through the pages, before reading anything which was printed on those pages. i found this yellowing page, neatly folded and firmly pressed somewhere between the covers of that book. “look at them, those stars, they shine just for you. steal each one of them, those stars, they long to fall asleep, right here, in your arms. look at them, those stars and their longing for human touch. hand them your finger, and see how desperately they clutch you” it was your handwriting maa. and i could not hold all those bottled-up emotions any more. i was so happy and yet my tears had vowed to make themselves an ocean. i was happy to find you once again in our house, which felt like home that day. and it was clear to me in a flash that dead or not, you were alive in my heart,and that this paralytic and yet parallel universe would never let me feel deprived of your love. i was never alone, i always had you right here in my heart which somehow still connected with you even though you were four states away or possibly in afterlife.

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The battle for constant fit into your world was swirled around me.
I had you in my mind, my body my soul.
I let your drip through my spirit like silk,
So easily and intense.
It made me feel like i was whole.
It made our infinities.
But little that I'd know, it was your infinity.
My battles weren't your concern.
We can't make our eternity, our forever.
Not bc i, couldn't fight enough the 'fit'.
But bc, my infinity was faded by your existence.

#writersofinstagram #writeups#writing #poetryisnotdead #poetryneverdies #typewriterpoetry#writersofig #poetrycommunity#poetry#writing #bymepoetry #igpoets #instapoem #creativewriting #spilledink#madewords #wordswithqueens #wrtiterscommunity #writingprompts #wordporn Instagram Photos | videos | post

The battle for constant fit into your world was swirled around me. I had you in my mind, my body my soul. I let your drip through my spirit like silk, So easily and intense. It made me feel like i was whole. It made our infinities. But little that I'd know, it was your infinity. My battles weren't your concern. We can't make our eternity, our forever. Not bc i, couldn't fight enough the 'fit'. But bc, my infinity was faded by your existence.

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one day, we decided to clean out your stuff and everyone agreed on it. everyone felt that your stuff would just sit there and mock us every day and remind us of what you did to us, of how you just walked away from us. i know it must have been hard for you to walk away and that pain and guilt would have pulped in your soul, but you had a lifetime of adventures waiting out there for you, and we here we had constant reminders of your absence, of how we would never get our share of love and how we would choke ourselves to death under the very same roof you left.

maa,it's not that we threw all your stuff because we hated you, no we did not.it was because we were not even sure if you were alive, let alone the thought of you coming back.so, we did all that out of our compassion a day respect for you. we assumed you to be dead, as it was easy to accept that rather than tackling the thoughts of you leaving us behind and enjoying your time in this world.

few days later after all your stuff was out, either in charity or was being auctioned, i found my own mind dwindling back to the roads of you. so to distract myself, i picked up a random book, i shuffled through the pages, before reading anything which was printed on those pages.

i found this yellowing page, neatly folded and firmly pressed somewhere between the covers of that book. “look at them, those stars, they shine just for you.
steal each one of them, those stars, they long to fall asleep, right here, in your arms. 
look at them, those stars and their longing for human touch.
hand them your finger, and see how desperately they clutch 
you”

it was your handwriting maa. and i could not hold all those bottled-up emotions any more. i was so happy and yet my tears had vowed to make themselves an ocean. i was happy to find you once again in our house, which felt like home that day. and it was clear to me in a flash that dead or not, you were alive in my heart,and that this paralytic and yet parallel universe would never let me feel deprived of your love. 
i was never alone, i always had you right here in my heart which somehow still connected with you even though you were four states away or possibly in afterlife. Instagram Photos | videos | post

one day, we decided to clean out your stuff and everyone agreed on it. everyone felt that your stuff would just sit there and mock us every day and remind us of what you did to us, of how you just walked away from us. i know it must have been hard for you to walk away and that pain and guilt would have pulped in your soul, but you had a lifetime of adventures waiting out there for you, and we here we had constant reminders of your absence, of how we would never get our share of love and how we would choke ourselves to death under the very same roof you left. maa,it's not that we threw all your stuff because we hated you, no we did not.it was because we were not even sure if you were alive, let alone the thought of you coming back.so, we did all that out of our compassion a day respect for you. we assumed you to be dead, as it was easy to accept that rather than tackling the thoughts of you leaving us behind and enjoying your time in this world. few days later after all your stuff was out, either in charity or was being auctioned, i found my own mind dwindling back to the roads of you. so to distract myself, i picked up a random book, i shuffled through the pages, before reading anything which was printed on those pages. i found this yellowing page, neatly folded and firmly pressed somewhere between the covers of that book. “look at them, those stars, they shine just for you. steal each one of them, those stars, they long to fall asleep, right here, in your arms. look at them, those stars and their longing for human touch. hand them your finger, and see how desperately they clutch you” it was your handwriting maa. and i could not hold all those bottled-up emotions any more. i was so happy and yet my tears had vowed to make themselves an ocean. i was happy to find you once again in our house, which felt like home that day. and it was clear to me in a flash that dead or not, you were alive in my heart,and that this paralytic and yet parallel universe would never let me feel deprived of your love. i was never alone, i always had you right here in my heart which somehow still connected with you even though you were four states away or possibly in afterlife.

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