by: Pranjal Singh
Amid the disingenuous world,
You were a child told about princes,
Believing that you could patently
Encounter the one forged just for you.
Your veins were stout with yearning.
You fed off what you were apprised.
You looked and looked and looked for times beyond eternity.
With determination ending with your destination.
Of all the men you fell in love with,
Of all the people who got a morsel of your love,
Were just the one who ensued to leave it in the lurch
Were the ones that never harbored it.
You met and met and met people,
Each time finding a ghoul underneath the princely semblance,
The truth was too grim for your fragile heart.
For they never divulged to you how to turn a critter into a human.
You reflected that each time someone broke you,
They took an irreplaceable stake in you
And for each time you endeavored to mark something,
As yours forever, it tumbled out of your grasp
And as you looked at all of what you ever had as love,
You conceded that forever-it is a long time
A long time to be with someone
And the only thing your soul could stay that long with
Is your very own body, your very own self.