First draft
I was swept off my feet all caution evapourated by the heat, of the moment you looked like poetry handwritten just for me finally, something so undoubtedly meant to be like art but I was silly, I was just being daft this love was real and raw but unchosen, like a first draft, now, I’m frozen in time oh, cruel lover of mine how capricious is your poetry how did you crumble me so easily, forgot about my existence while you wrote your new sentence you poured everything into me and then named me overwhelm I feel like a redundant verse you no longer need me I was trying to be the reason you pause and look I was trying to be your book I was trying to be your better half but I was just a first draft -maithili