The Dark Blooms: A Poetic Reflection | Bangwing IN

I do not write to you
I bleed you out, line by line
Your name still burns beneath my tongue
a curse I whisper just to feel alive
You left quietly,
but your absence screams louder than your
words ever did.
The walls remember you -
they hum your laughter when the night grows too
still.
I sleep beside your ghost,
wrapped in echoes and unfinished sentences.
Every dream drips with your silhouette -
Soft, cruel, eternal.
They say time is a healer.
But I think it's a liar -
it only teaches you to suffer beautifully
to wear your pain like silk.
to smile while you decay.
I still wait for the impossible -
for the dead starts to relight,
for your shadow to return and ruin me
again
Because even now,
I do not crave peace -
I crave you.
And that, perhaps,
is the darkest truth of all.