purple flowers – ASTRONOMY 1.5

This is the penultimate poem of Part I of ASTRONOMY, it’s fate and we’re two worlds apart. This series is all about what introvertism means, how it feels when your best friend is on another planet, and how hard it hits to know that you have insecurity. 

Astronomy, is going to be published in multiple parts, and I’m pleased to present the penultimate poem Part I:

Presenting 1.5, purple flowers:

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice,
From what I’ve tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favour fire.

Fire and Ice, Robert Frost

Because I could not stop for death,
He kindly stopped for me,
The Carriage held but just ourselves,
And Immortality.

Because I could not stop for death, Emily Dickinson

Sometimes I wonder, if you even know I exist,
Because forget my advances, even my conversations you resist,
And I’ve been told not to feel this way,
What way? At this point, it’s my existence, and even that you want to take away.

You take and I give,
I die and you live,
Could I get a few moments, where maybe, just maybe, you could like me?
And I could pretend, that this loneliness isn’t frightening.

And this entangled web of failing friends,
These insane dead ends.

I know you don’t want me,
but why do you want her?
If I died today,
would you even give a damn tomorrow?

Would you come to my funeral, and leave purple flowers at my grave?
Or would you go to her house, and attend the latest rave?

Is it such a crime to want me?
Have I been anything but cordial?
Anything but as polite as could be?

Do you even care about my existence?
Will I ever be enough for you?
anvi tuteja