The Masochist

Posted byDebanshi ChatterjeePosted inBeauty of pain, Healing, Heartbreak, Hope, Melancholic poems, Pain, PoetryTags:, , , , , ,

She laughs in pain.
She splatters her pieces with tears
And drowns in them.
She doesn’t fake a smile,
She’s in love with falling down and rising again.
She sprinkles her losses all around
And they sprout as gains.
The scars can heal;
But something remains.
And she, she’s in love with these very stains.

The beauty of a broken heart;
The end of an epoch and a fresh new start.
The memories that tear you apart;
She loads them in a cart,
And seals them in a mending heart.

She doesn’t miss she only reminisces,
The incandescent days, that left her in pieces.
She came to know her lair , her paradise,
With time had swelled then melt like ice.
She smiles and looks at the stream
Yes, forever is true, but in a dream.

The scars tell her story.
We understate pain’s glory.
She smiles in pain,
And she smiles again.
Truth is her wound, truth is her light
Truth is sacrosanct, it is her only right.

Published by Debanshi Chatterjee

It's just a young girl sharing some stories. šŸ’«Each feeling is special. Be it sweet or sad. They make you feel a certain way that is beautiful in its own merit. Poetry is my way of recording my feelings. Check out my blog! And click on the '' hey there'' button on the top right to know morešŸ’œ

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