Movies and Melodies of Lies

By Jaanya Vijh

I'm begging on my knees

At the atlar of a diety

Tears falling at the marble steps

Leading to the statue that grants wishes

Please give me a sign

A leaf falling at my feet

The cry of a child

Or rain pouring in the peak of spring.

My torturous desire,

I implore you to see reason

My knees cut from changing seasons

Sitting still

My devotion as if it is you 

Who i open my arms for

Is it a derisory

To want you on my bed

Next to me and all you do is sleep

As your favorite melodies 

Fill the room's silence, once almost deadly

I've been the epitome

Of skepticism, never believing in romantasy

I see you smile

And you make me listen 

But darling I know every one by the word

I have since the moment you told me they were your favorite 

You don't believe in love

Just the utopian fairytales from movies and melodies

Which never can be

I beg to fall in love with someone 

Who loves me half as beautifully as poetry

Two sides of a coin

One doesn't believe and needs it to breathe

Other believes in a way that can only be woven as stories

Like threads in your t shirt

The whiff of perfume

Hospital and medicnes

I've been sitting at your atlar

Carving my poetry as a prayer 

For them to come and sing about tragedy 

I stopped breathing waiting for you to love me

As if this would end like movies and melodies 

Lying at your feet

Scraped knees

Chapped lips and rough hands

Bleeding over the poetry of a one sided love story

By Jaanya Vijh