Bleeding With Ink
Updated: Jul 19, 2025
By Anushka Dey
I wish your name was foreign to me, I wish we never met
For the name that once was a prayer, now only echoes hate
In silver-spoon you fed me sweet little lies and fallacies of forever
And I painted the perfect picture where we are eternally together
I mistook cobwebs for silk and in hands of the devil placed my glass-like fragile heart
You shattered it to pieces because the eyes of a sadist see tears as a work of art
You crucified my dreams, spat on wounds and mercilessly crushed my earnest devotion
The worst part is I said “thank you” and brought upon me a violent storm of self-destruction
My helpless cries reached deaf ears, your silence created scars deeper than your words
Slowly I sinked in quicksands of sorrow and muted miseries tarnished my works
Stupid me imagined this is momentary, that this will very soon pass
Little did I know I was pouring my love in a useless broken glass
That I was just a riverside pebble you picked up in your leisure
To be thrown to create little ripples in your life for pleasure
That your love was temporary like your rented house
In skin of a courageous lion you were a cowering mouse
My broken heart pumped regrets with blood each breath
Searched for solace in benevolent embrace of death
But every storm eventually runs out of rain
A phoenix burns down to ashes to rise again
In palms of poetry, I found the cure of this malady
The potion to resurrect me from this tomb of tragedy
You left my lifeless corpse to be a meal of crows
But in the darkest of nights I would bloom like tuberose
The drawbridge has been raised, you are no longer welcome in this fortress
The prey has turned to predator, the once game, is now a huntress
You forgot broken shards of glass make the perfect sword
Beauty died in your hands to rebirth a vengeful beast that roared
Dreamers aren’t afraid of night, I will bleed with ink and write
Weave every yarn of pain into poems , let the pen be my guiding light
By Anushka Dey
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