I drew all day long
your glistening eyes, perfect lips, chiseled neck, crimson cheeks, cute nose which I loved to rub with mine.
I touched you— the you on paper, made of led and silver fingers, made of memories and desperation, the you I crave to have.
You liked her hands better than, her chocolate scent was more fragrant than my vanilla, her lips were darker, her eyes of different colours, you liked the glimmer on her face, you never liked either of our hearts.
I loved you with all I had, I’ll miss you with all I remember, I pity you for what you call love—colours and rainbows and glitter, which will sweep off with beauty from mirrors.
~Bhavika
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