grief.

why do poets call it love?

why do poets call it love

when they grieve

when they bleed

on paper

on their notes app

on the voicemail

a tale of unrequited love

sometimes met in a forlorn world

but never in this universe,,

when Madeline Miller wrote

“He is half my soul, as the poets say”

would it be true if it were for you?

could you grieve me the way Achilles would?

perhaps the poets were right

they were mesmerised

by the beauty of it all

the poems gave them a way

to collect the shards of their heart

and use the art of kintsugi to create

create something beautiful

maybe we all love to grieve

coz there’s a certain ethereal innocence in it

losing a part of ourselves we didn’t even know existed

taking care of the rest

failing to aid to the little self

i try to make sense of it all

nostalgia & slumber devouring me

i shall write again

coz as they say

“we are writers sweetheart, we don’t cry we bleed on paper”

- Shreya

wrote this one an year ago and decided to post it, i feel like yearning and grieving are the two sides of the same coin, almost as if one can’t exist without the other.

tysm for reading <33