Fallen Heart.

By Yukti Bhatnagar

I was left standing

in the middle of a raging road,

of my mind,

left to deal with the horns of blasted past

blaring loud in my ears;

overloaded trucks of damned thoughts

burring pot holes on my skin,

and suffering fatal accidents

by speeding cars of trauma,

every single day.

I was left drowning

in the middle of the ocean,

of my feelings,

gasping on the salty air

of all the leaden defeats;

Flailing in the turbulent waves

of your sweet deceit,

and surrounded by blood thirsty

sharks and piranhas

preying on bits of our yesteryears.

I was left burning alive

in the middle of the pyre

of my broken heart,

standing still as the acid of your lies

skinned my burning flesh.

Your laugh poured pure gasoline

on my blistering self,

and your eyes, warm and content now,

drawing daggers deep

into my already fallen heart.

I was left abandoned in the middle

of the home I built for you,

fending off the shards of glass

left behind in your wake.

Surviving on the scraps of love

you'd throw, once in a while, my way

and quench my thirst

with the tears of your betrayal.

I was left living in pieces

while you left in peace.

By Yukti Bhatnagar