Brave

Every night, they come back.
Smirking in the darkness,
Turning my body winter frost,
Ripping my breath apart.

You left me with your demons.
Who told you I was brave?
               ~~
                           - P.S.

Ask

There exists a fine line 
Between Love and Lies.
How will you ever know it well?
Turns out, only time will tell.

What have I learnt- you ask?
Love is just curated Lies,
Hiding behind a mask.
Nothing but a loathsome beast,
Making your heart it's only feast.

Why

You gave me strength 
To not just fly, soar-
with the breeze
And, 
Prance with the stars.

Then Why
Did you strike my wings
As I was reaching for thunder?

Or did I venture too close
To your hurricane?

The woman

I buried a corpse today-
Mine.
The vessel that had rotted away with
Time. 

Nothing of it do I cherish.
For,
I wanted this part of me to perish.

The part of me that was ever so grim,
The Woman I was when I 
was with him.

Broke

You broke my spirit,
I paid the fine.
Lips once woven,
Cracked over time.

You say your sorries,
And well, I say mine.

Listen

Listen to this plight,
For I, am your only devout.
The only name on my lips,
The only religion I know.

Listen to this plight,
O master of my divine.
Bring me my happy back?
Bring me.... You?
             ~~
             
                                 -P.S.