Crash & Burn

I’d heard your voice at the other end of the line.

And in that very first instance,

My heart had sunk.

I knew that an inexplicable connect

Ran through our veins.

I could hide from you, but I could never run.

I chose to ignore the warnings of my gut.

Instead, I went crashing into your open arms,

Only to fall flat on my face when your heart

Could not expand to hold all of me.

And, when my face touched the ground

I could smell my hair burning with the

dying embers of your cigarette stub.

I crash, burn and resurrect myself

every single goddam time because

I know that men like you belong only

to yourselves and the Universe.

And, yet I know that the melancholic story

will repeat itself, unless blood runs its course,

And, I learn the lesson that the wheels of life

Intend to teach me.

About Amrita Ghosh

About Moi - I like to think I am a simple person while most people tend to disagree. I like lots of things, sometimes quite contrary ones, a
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