Withdrawal Poem by Harini Sasi

blood on the tip of my tongue,
said, 'once was love, twice was enough'
but i'm streaming down the hallway, he could see
my fingers tapping on the walls, as he leaves

home during the nights, stranger during the days
i'd love my dying soul out, if i could see your face
staring at the blank edge, focus at her flaws
but you stood holding her fingers, right til the dawn

sucks to be the lovers' lover, if i had thought
i'm only clinging to a feeling, that has no sense of full stop
cool down, baby, cool down, i know you can see
my fingers curling up into fists, as they leave

i'm no longer a definite mountain of love, as i withdraw
from this part of me, that causes nothing but harm
so i'll go down, go down this hill or i'll just slide
down the bloodstreams, if i can't fly