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
Your writing is beautiful!🌻
I love your writing~ 💓