“Kya gham hai jisko chhupa rahe ho,
tum itna jo muskura rahe ho?”
the sadness in your eyes is borrowed.
every story you tell is borrowed.
every time i laugh it hurts my chest;
i realise my laughter is borrowed.
sixty pence for a lifetime of giggles,
i say no, thank you, it’s a wonderful bargain
but i prefer the pain.
heartbreak is like a toothache.
it hurts when i bite into someone else’s lips.
the sound of my fingers tapping on hardwood floor,
i borrowed from a fairytale about a princess
trapped in a magical tower.
my foolishness, my unrelenting desire
to escape from nothing but everything,
my courage, i assume, is borrowed too.
my lips trailing the outline of your collar
leave behind a memory that is borrowed,
the time i froze between a sigh and a kiss,
if only i could borrow
the smell of your hair,
the warmth of your arms,
the ghosts of your destruction,
the debris of your soul.