I love myself now, because of you
I had you, then I lost you. But somewhere along the way I found me and you found you
I buried it whole, the hole you left in my heart
With a piece of my own, I have a lot to spare now
As I’m growing more,
More than my body, more than my soul
More than your love, more than my own
Still not enough to clear the dents,
I'll always pass down as my own
March sings, to march on
And I have kept my headphones on
That day, I gave myself away
But your bag was full
Your song had no verses left for me to sing on the tour
There were no reverses left in me, to go back to the shore
I had colored you golden, but you painted me blue
That December brought a wind, that I will forever rue
But I had sensed it all before
When you stared at me, a fool
I'd turn around, just to drool
I'd fake the narrow grins, but it was always skew
Not only I had gotten the start, but I fell too
As October brought a fall, I fell too
I don’t remember how long ago, when I unlaced my shoes
Maybe August it was, when I got drunk on you
Maybe 'may' be the moment, you fled to be my muse
No candles or shirts, not even you
But I saw your glimpse, because I was dying to
Maybe march brought me back to the alluring truth
I loved myself then, because of you
Ishaan Grover
Maharaja Surajmal Institute of Technology
Ishaan Grover is a poet/writer who tends to find a sense of beauty in everything. He has a hard time balancing this sense of optimism and rose tinted outlook towards things with his realistic and nihilistic approach towards life.
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