Five Moons

I've left a shard of my soul there.

5 moons since,

our diverged paths and full stop,

I still gather the scattered pieces,

in endless spirals of tethered walks,

but I came to find,

what I lost is where you stand.

Perhaps, I've intertwined too deeply with your soul

as your breath still hums in the hollow of my ear.

Time passed and you still are the only sacred alignment.

Perhaps, I need to release myself entirely

to birth a new... me.

As I feel at the peak of midnight,

the thread of me in you, 

weaving softly between what was once... us...

ah...

you've found her... I suppose...

A karmic bond.

What a brutally great honour

to love,

to learn,

to grow, 

to hurt,

to kneel at the altar of letting go

What was once a union of two prayers,

is now echoes dissolving to thin air.

Heartbreaks are the best teachers—but fuck, no more

Yep, I love how breakups change how I see and navigate the world, but it fucking hurts. I can't bear the pain. Does one have to go through pain each time to change and learn? No, they don't. But it does take a great amount of self-awareness and humility (which I don't think any human being can fully achieve) to constantly improve and learn without the universe rubbing it in your face.

So, yeah, this is a heartbreak post. I never actually explicitly posted about going through a heartbreak, but here I am. Seven months after the official breakup and two months after the official separation, I want to share my feelings, thoughts, and lessons from what people say was my karmic relationship.

Poems of a brokenhearted woman

I dedicate this post to my phase of healing. Posting random thoughts and poems here to remind myself of what once was, and how I was. Most are unfinished.

A reminder so that I shouldn’t be too hard on myself, that changing myself for him is okay but not till it hurts, that caring of what he thinks of me is wrong and has taken a toll on me. So yes, these are mostly self-centred pieces, they’re my vulnerabilities.

A reminder that losing him was the right thing to do despite it being so painful till wishing death was all I could utter.

I love and loved him.

But I love and will love myself more.