Better You
I won’t wait for the better you
To arrive
I will take you as is…
The truth suits you
No tailor could ever sew stitches so exact
It matches your delicate frame
You struck a matchstick
Against the sandpaper of my pain
In the trenches of the deep
My anger is being numbed by poetry
And their agony calls your name
But all the same…
I won’t want/ nor wait for the better you
Love always, Esha
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