Beneath the Layers of Hope

<p>my pillows hold my first kisses</p><p>which were meant to be yours</p><p>and so were my first hugs</p><p>my pillows heard my first confessions </p><p>and my first breakdowns</p><p>I cried on them thinking it was your chest </p><p>that I sobbed into</p><p>I dug my nails deep into them trying to hurt you</p><p>and now they ask me</p><p>what was it that they did wrong?</p><p>-Navneet Kaur Aulakh</p>