I Met A Girl Who Was 🤫

I met a girl who was like an open book,

Wanting to be read from the very start,

Someone who’d flick through her every page,

 And tie again the strings of her very heart,

So I peeked into her ribcage,

Holding my brittle pieces in my hands,

From the girl I once gave my heart to,

My soul’s revolt who could never understand

We were both left with empty spaces,

Within us our past self was no more,

And we let our souls feel each other's touch,

Like waves embracing the sea shore

She kept spilling out all her stories,

Until She melted from head to her toes,

And I stood ablaze before her eyes,

With no judgement or asking the cause

Too soon she ran out of paper and ink,

But her words found a home on the skin of mine,

As she inked down her final story,

With the love that poured down my spine

Together we learnt a lesson,

Of how sometimes things fall apart,

To make way for better things,

Which leaves a solid thud on your heart

So next time when the rain hits the ground,

Do not run reaching out for cover,

Just stand and smell the petrichor,

You'll find an umbrella held by a broken lover !