i had a dream by Avni Jain

i had a dream i was rolling down mountain grass like i did at 9

i let the same wind take me like it did when i was 7

things don’t seem

as wide

as endless

as infinite

the way they did at 13

because i can’t flow with the wind anymore

breathing seems heavier than usual

the ruins of eating disorder are building themselves up again

and this time they seem invicible once again

a grey cloud overcasts my brain

my heart so deprived of warmth

and i know this feeling too well to feel it all over again.

i sometimes wish i never left that walled city of darkness

because im hitting curbs and everything along the way to not take that path anymore

but the city calls for me.

the city feels like a home to me.

the city strips me of my desire to make any effort

to smile

to eat

to breathe

dreaming of a way out seems like that one blinking nightlight without any spot of blood on it

but dreaming of a world unknown in this ill built walled city seems so scary

because that’s what led me here the first time.

and im afraid

the blinking nightlight would soon extinguish too.

-Avni Jain

you say you love me by Avni Jain

you say you love me then why do you make me feel so starved for love

you say love me but i dont see that love in the look of disgust you throw at me

you say love me but your words become blades severing every fragile wall i built

you say you love me but im scared because beauty starts decaying once it starts belonging.

you say you love me but your name is burnt into my skin and i smell of smoke and dying flesh on my way back home.

you say you love me and i feel like a lovesick fool around you but i feel walls creeping up on me the way your hands did as soon as i reach home.

it fills my entire room until i can’t move any longer

until i pick up the blade to return to my body.

my pysche cries a war on my body because

i have been trying recover lost time and all i can remembers is your hollow i love yous.

the next time you tell me you love me,

i wouldn’t say i don’t believe it.

i would say i want to.

-Avni Jain

a good man

tw: domestic abuse

my blood is in your hands,
i wonder
i wonder how could you love someone
but still live w the sight of their blood on your hands.
and i sit in the hospital
at 2 am
and i try
i try to piece all together
and i blame it all on myself
because in this sick twisted tale of ours, i never learnt to blame you.
and each day we get up put our masks on
with a smile so bright and eyes sparkling glitter and im scared
im scared masks have gripped onto our skins too tight and we’ll rip out our skins trying to pull them out
even when i try to get rid of this mask, they tell me,
they tell me,
stop whining
you are not a child anymore you understand
he is a good man
he must be stressed out
he must be drunk
but how do i tell them
that doesn’t justify your actions that shouldn’t justify your actions. and i don’t owe anything to you how do i tell this to myself?
when i love you.
so much.
but, well, if it’s love,
why is it so messed up?

next day
you come to me
tell me
you didn’t mean it and would never do anything to hurt me again. and i believed
i believed and i waited
waited till you forget this
hurt me again
the next time followed the same story your one step forward
my one step backwards
your eyes filled with rage
as if
you could kill me any next moment
your hands clinching into a fist
my breaths turning faster and faster every moment
you don’t owe him anything
you don’t owe him anything
i kept muttering this in silence
my head starts echoing
i take a step forward
i take a step forward
hold your hand
push you away
and run away as fast as i could
you grasped my hair
the one thing you told me you loved the most about me you grasped them
pulled me backwards
threw me
shove me into a wall
as if i were nothing
you are stronger than him
my head echoes with these words
my heart filled w the very rage that was once love for you until
i hit back

and then run
even when i could have fought back harder but
i knew
i still loved you.
so much.
-Avni Jain

๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ซ๐™š ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™—๐™š ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ซ๐™š๐™™.

๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ซ๐™š

you are a canvas full of colour,

your body is a shrine,

you like the first drop of rain touching earth,

you make music out of me when you play with my hair,

you touched me without even touching me,

you voice made me feel safe as you cupped me in the blanket: your skin.

you are the love at first remembrance.

~๐™ก๐™š๐™ฉ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง๐™จ ๐™ž ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง ๐™จ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช.

๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™—๐™š ๐™๐™ช๐™ง๐™ฉ

on the last day of love,

i walked through the windy night

and let the same wind take my happy poem from me,

i drew the curtains of my room,

i closed every entrance,

i confined myself into the attic,

my psyche cried a war on the very skin i live in,

the memories bury me alive,

i dug the earth deeper,

walking through it,

the peace in my heart

felt like walking in a library after dark,

the chaos in my mind

felt like walking on the thorns of roses you gave me.

with every step on thorn,

my mind wrote a letter to you,


โ€œ๐™žโ€™๐™ก๐™ก ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ก๐™  ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™Ÿ๐™ช๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™›๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™š.โ€

๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™—๐™ง๐™š๐™–๐™ 

i drew out those curtains,

i let the broken pieces,

i tried to stick together in fragile unity;

๐™—๐™ง๐™š๐™–๐™ .

๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™๐™š๐™–๐™ก

i drew out those curtains,

the light entering my room

felt like sunlit honey,

the peace around me

felt like the calm at the sea,

the voices in my head

didnโ€™t echo anymore.

i let myself out of the attic

i confined myself into.

i felt free from the war my soul broke onto the skin i lived in.

as i panegyrise about this pain,

my head echoes once again,

โ€œ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™จ ๐™๐™ค๐™ฌ ๐™ž๐™ฉ ๐™›๐™š๐™š๐™ก๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™œ๐™ž๐™ซ๐™š ๐™ช๐™ฅ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก๐™ช๐™จ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™จ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™—๐™ช๐™ง๐™ž๐™š๐™™ ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™˜ ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช?โ€