Watermark

This poem is a continuation of the micro poetry. Read Branded.

“Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.”
― Rumi

They say

you left and I kept living

like nothing ever happened

Oh I’m so

emotionless,

frozen,

numb

to the core

and nothing

can ever move me for sure

nothing can falter me anymore

They say

I’m callous,

frigid

stand the test of time

and don’t repent

my lost love

a heartless serpentine

They detest me

for being

coldhearted,

a witch,

a bitch

they say

You snatch away the hearts of the

careless lovers

and leaves them to rot

in the back alleys,

anyways

They say I cannot be trusted

with their precious hearts

as I don’t

weep, 

mourn,

wail 

the loss

of my precious heart

nothing seems to break me

or can break me as a whole

Oh! though I don’t have

the welts,

blisters,

or the scarred pieces

of my heart

to show

but they so easily miss the watermark

you have left on my fragile soul.

–Megha

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