“The Art of Betrayal”

By Pratyusha Deshmukh

Years that felt unreal,

like centuries they felt.

Everytime our worlds collide,

I neglect what kept me awake,

why my tears unknowingly fell.

My eyes clouded and fogged up.

You in my life is like that feeling,

that feeling when you know that you matter,

that feeling is warm.

I didn't feel that way,

not until you told me that I did.

I felt oblivious

but ice creams together,

little pinkies linked with one another,

it felt delirious.

Alas! You were tainted with crimson trust,

manupilation running in your veins,

making me feel unworthy of forever.

The hand that was pulling me up,

let go just to watch me fall,

watch me crumble under loneliness.

By Pratyusha Deshmukh