“Crumbs”
A touch Or just a word Living off the crumbs Just enough Held on Believing this was love. Talking is overrated Silence is power Submission is a virtue Living off the crumbs Kept going Believing this was peace. End of discussion A lopsided finale Ignored and dismissed Living off the crumbs Stayed hopeful Believing this…
“Arth”
Sitting next to me Screaming in my face I search for momentos collected over the time. Picking up pieces Some broken, a few cracked Weaving stories for laughs now and forever. Singing out loud To numb what still burns Sizzling in the pan is a breakfast for two.
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