bit by bit
my skin wears off
To see your true colours
has been harrowing for my bones
they demand a sight coupled with denial
My body resists its shedding
as your words slice it again & again
bit by bit
melting away like the resolve
i had for you
when you met me besides the pond
holding out your hand for saving
I wish I knew saving meant
forgetting what I am
bit by bit
now that you’re gone
and it feels like infinity
Time feels like an extension
of the memories we had, fading
all you are to me now is a mist
but now I’m the one beneath the pond
holding out my hand for saving
will someone be ready to forget who they are
bit by bit?
love this.
This was seriously brilliant. Just had a conversation with a friend about how in any sort of relationship there is always some sort of denial of self, because all relationships require some sort of compromise. You end up changing bit by bit over time, sometimes to discover what you’re not, but then with all the added layers or forms, you then might need a little help from someone else, even just a friend to chisel them all off and resynchronize with your own essence you had forgotten.
Wow that’s a deep analysis. Thank you so much 🙏
Thanks 🙏
Amazing work, Rahul! Relationships truly transform us bit by bit.
Enigma
Appreciated!
Brilliant – to be an US, you must give up bits of the You. Great writing, bit deep and the mark left was hard!
Thankyou man! ✨
Beautiful imaginative piece of writing, Rahul.
Thank you ✨
Welcome
brilliant
Thanks billy ✨
This piece was remarkable. Very beautifully written, great expression of the dance🙏
Wow thank you ✨
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I love this poem so deep
Thank you Garima ✨
Reblogged this on cat mommy.
Loved this!
Thank you Vearna ✨
Powerful line: “I wish I knew saving meant
forgetting what I am
bit by bit.”
Thanks man! ✨
Happy New Year 🙂
Beautifully penned. Profound and creative.
Thank you ✨