I̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶ ❝ butterflies and roses ❞

47. names that you call me

Call me by your name
Christen me with a noun I didn't ask for
Call me by your name
name that's an illusion of existence, nothing more.

Tendrils curling up their way to life
Flowers bloom this string
but once you start to untangle the mess
The system collapses from within.

The names change, so do people
their faces change, so does their nature
The colours sing golden songs of morning
but the milk turns sour, sour words bring the mourning.

School made brick by brick, words made letter by letter but the teacher who taught the words, chose to use the ones that are bitter?
not the fault of the peers, they picked up the same.
pick flowers for fragrance, pick thorns for wounds of shame.

So now whenever someone calls me something,
I take it as his prayer
God is a single soul with different names
with his bitter chants, hurtful names, his prayers make him better

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A/N
My endsems exams are going to end soon 😭 ill buckle up and start writing and updating. Thank you for reading it!