My Own Valentine - Poem by Anamika Raj
I sit here, caressing every memory
Like the cheeks of a delicate infant.
For I displayed my hollow bravery
By loving him, with no commitment.
Like a soft breeze he entered my life
Unfurling the fragrance of ardour.
Like a ravaging storm, away, he wiped
My devotion, creating a mental disorder.
I was a lonely, wretched recluse
Until he invaded my deserted realm.
Crafted me in the silhouette of a muse
Gifting me, my own liberty's helm.
Life was lost in an uncanny neverland
With merely his presence around.
Seclusion, with him, didn't taste bland
My true soulmate, in him, I found.
No doubt, he was an altruistic saviour
Sent from heaven to break my bounds.
My fault, I considered him a lover
His ladylove, I wished to be crowned.
Away, far far away, he has gone
Near in beats, but distant in sight.
Enough of this melancholy and moan
I need to maintain my glossy light.
For he taught me to love and live
My darkest fears, my wildest fantasies.
Oh I won't ever be able to forgive
For judging him like an awful disease.
I will, forever, groove in my own shine
Consuming the blissful esctatic fluid.
Darling, I will be my own Valentine
Until I'm chosen to be loved by the cupid.
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