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