Anger

By Ragashree. R

I broke all the mugs you gifted me,

But my screams echo louder.

I burnt all the letters you wrote me,

But the scars on my heart are still fresh.

I sold all the books you bought me,

But our story remains engraved on my mind.

I buried all the flowers you bought me,

But their smell still spreads throughout my room.

I threw away all your sketches,

But how do I erase myself ?

Because I was your muse.

I am unable to tear apart my skin.

My skin still tingles at the thought of you.

I still remember the time when you used to hug me.

Your arms would wrap around my neck like a warm scarf.

Sometimes you would lift me up and turn me into a fairy,

But later I found out,

You were the thief,

Who stole my wings.

By Ragashree. R