I’ll (Never) Miss you

This is a collab with one of my friend, Rahul. He is an amazing writer. Do check out more of his writing here.

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I’ll never miss the way you said my name
Or the way my curly hair, your fingers tried to tame.
I’ll never miss the warmth that I felt during those chilly nights on the beach.
Or the heights our useless ramblings tried to reach.

I’ll never miss your precise alarm like morning wishes
I’ll never miss your tearful goodbye kisses.
I’ll never miss our lazy pillow fights
Or our long deep talks into the night.

I may never miss the way your face lit up
Each time I passed by.
I may never miss the way my heart synced along
As you sang your favorite lullaby.

I may never miss you,
Because missing you would mean I miss our fights
And all the abuses we actually never meant.
Missing you would mean I miss the hurt you put me through.

I’ll try not to miss your crazy obsession with spiders.
Or your stupidity that never failed to make me smile.
I’ll try not to miss our dreams to travel the world
Or the day we danced in the rain on our first date.
I’ll try not to miss your scent that lingered on hours after you left.

I’ll try not to miss how you tended my broken heart.
I’ll try not to miss your failed surprise plans.
I’ll try not to miss the way you held me each time i cried.
I’ll try not to miss how each time you were sad, I died a little inside.

Alas! I’m tired of trying not to miss you.
Maybe these could be forgotten,
Each feeling I thought was true.
But how can I not miss the person I was before I met you.

Lost Innocence

Sadness pulled him close
Drawn like a moth to a flame.
Hiding in her tresses,
He glumly peeked outside
And watched quietly as the world bustled by.

As his gaze fell upon her,
That scrawny little girl in rags
Selling flowers on the sidewalk
Vulnerable to lecherous advances,
He was transported back
To a different place,a different time.

Through the frames that flickered
In his prodigious mind castle,
He watched helplessly
As he was stripped of his innocence
Reliving every scar as if it were yesterday.

He watched his confidant
Morph into his biggest nightmare.
One that left him screaming into the darkness.

He watched helplessly as his family
Looked at him with disbelief.
“This doesn’t happen to boys” kept ringing in his ears
Over and over again, a broken tape recorder.

He watched helplessly as life went by
While he lost himself in that day
Like his life had hit pause forever.
No one seemed to notice the absence of his soul
While his body hustled in the crowd.

He watched helplessly
As he lived in constant fear.
Fear of losing what little was left of him.
So he spun a web around his heart
And covered it with a thousand thorns.

As his spirit returned
Exhausted from the daunting past,
He noticed that little girl come up to him.
A sense of protectiveness engulfed him.

The shell that he had built around
Shattered to a million pieces.
He had to take a stand.
He had to make a difference.
He wanted to save her innocence.

A significant number of victims of sexual abuse are male. What makes it even more difficult for them is the stereotype that victims of abuse are female.
Contrary to public beliefs, sexual assault can happen to anyone, irrespective of age, sexual orientation, or gender identity. Many a times male victims are more hesitant than female victims to speak out for fear of being judged harshly by the patriarchal society.

Picture Credits:Lapis-Lazuri