you were bigger than me,
this is all I can spare for you,
that won’t even add up to a drop of tear.
even in my sorrow
that i must not hate you.
You have been my wonderful beautiful light
in ways you didn’t intend to.
I have used up all my gratitude
in forgetting the days
you filled me with only pain
with a smile spreading in you.
Now the part of my heart I hid from you
helps me to be myself again slowly.
Everything of me that you killed
are in bloom again.
Yet I will keep one flower
of my being for you,
for your brief beautiful love.
Published by Nayana Nair
I am Nayana Nair. I'm 28. Just a person who has tons of things to talk about....not much organized thoughts sadly.
I'm interested in all forms of storytelling (though I don't have the talent for it). So I like series, movies, novels, anime, and whatnot. I'm also really passionate about music, psychology, learning languages (I just dream big, too undisciplined to makes any actual progress) and literature. I am overall just a curious person who is interested in all kinds of things, as long as they suit my taste.
I always wanted to be a writer (and also a teacher)..But I don't think I have the skills required...this blog is just my attempt at becoming the writer I always wanted to be...Blogging for few years, I have realized I am more of a poet (although, I am not sure that I am good enough for that label)...I hope I realize more about myself through writing.
Thanks for dropping by!! Hope I didn't disappoint. :)
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Naima I can’t understand ” you filled me with only pain, with a smile spreading in you, can you elaborate it for me. Awesome poetry.🤗👆
In this line I wanted to portray being in love with a sadist, being in love with someone who takes pleasure in your pain. Not all love is nurturing and nourishing. There are people who are difficult to love because they are self-destructive and won’t mind hurting the ones they love. Even though a person might be important to us, they might love us in their own way, but they can be still bad for us. Sometimes it is ego, sometimes coping mechanism, sometimes their nature.
Really glad that you liked my poem 🙂
Thanks a lot 🙂
Really. but why is this that a person who hurt us and we love him or he doesn’t give in reverse not something other but love. Bahut acchi poem hai thnks for reply