Let It Linger

By Harshita Mishra

All that I pretend to not care is all that I cry for,

Those who have hurt me the most, 

are the ones I sometimes miss the most;

The dearest ones are forgotten,

The betraying ones are forgiven,

Every mistake, every lie is like a body bled dry;

My failures are still chasing me at the back of my mind ;

The tears evaporated but I can still feel them,

The memories are like I live in them,

My soul's barely managing to keep my dreams alive,

Eyes are a little too tired of getting abandoned by

Now, It's just the breath fighting for the life of mine.

By Harshita Mishra