Worst part of Quintilis

I really love the rhythm of your poem. Also the beginning draws on in immediately with the “I loved a lie”. I also like the image of raindrops writing memories so that the window can hold them!
Also this:

as we watered our love to the petals

I like this a lot. Also that the narrator forgot the roots since that’s what’s keeping the love grounded, if I interpret that correctly?

It feels like this is all metaphor but at the same time also tells the story of some sort of fantasy realm.

Really beautiful :3

Hey Kaavya, stopping by for a quick review.

Words can't describe how beautiful I found this poem to be, yet I'll try my best. The first line in itself hooks the reader with its definitive accusations.

I loved you and I loved a lie

It's a stunning metaphor, the past lover to be a lie in itself. Not even a liar, that would leave behind a person with a potential to improve if you take out the lies from him. But instead a entire fabrication, that ceases to exist if you were to take out the lies from him.

Redolence of your love still clings to my pillow's damp folds

Such a vivid description. I can't make out I'd it's his smell or your tears, but they definitely stir up past memories.

Every raindrop on my window writes another memory that it holds

Raindrops writing? That's such a unique imagery to depict. Quite elegant!

I watched the white and pristine paper boats, go down the phoney stream,
They all ended untidy and torn, like each one had carried a piece of my dream.

It's such an interesting simile, comparing your dreams to one of those very delicate and fragile paper boats that get torn and untidy as they said ahead. You paint such a soft picture, that ends up making such a deep mark in the reader's mind.

Jasmines bloomed, as we watered our love to the petals, alas, we forgot the root

This is my favourite part of the poem. A simple looking so conveys so much in so few words. I feel the Jasmines blooming stands for your relationship taking shape. You mention 'watering the petals', something that sounds absurds when it comes to practical gardening. Maybe it has a deeper meaning, like you did the mistake of focusing more on the superficial and temporary bits in your relationship. You chose to enjoy it in the present, focusing on the good parts. In the process, you missed the sight of the root- the things that truly mattered. Getting to know each other well, having those difficult conversations to get to know if you both are really compatible together, staying grounded instead of losing a hold of yourself in love and being for each other in the lows. As you didn't work on strengthening your bond more, you could see the flower uproot when the storm came.

Goosebumps rise on my skin, with each lyric sharper and every memory weaker,
Outside the zephyr is chilly, our love, the old songs crackle through a half-dead speaker.

These lines speak of the inevitability of the memories turning with time, something that is absolutely crushing. You'd do anything to hold onto the last piece of them but it's just beyond your control. Must be agonizing to go through.

And here I was left to clutch the storm, to miss the hands I couldn't hold.

Such a shattering line! Handling a storm in itself is very draining, but to endure it while the absence of a certain someone still pains you is pure torture.

Soaked in rain or maybe tears, chasing the echoes of our love, I would once adorn.

Loved the idea that it can't be said with certainty if what soaks her is rain or her own tears. Perhaps she's out in the rain for the sole reason of hiding her tears, even. It feels like she's chasing behind the past's memories but they're gliding away from her faster. She grows farther and farther from her past love as time passes by.

No suggestions, just praise. The heartbreak is overwhelming to imagine. The rhymes seem effortless and harmonic. The poem speaks directly to the heart, and wins over it. If pain can inspire such great works, I'm tempted to believe it might be even worth it. All in all, a magnificent poetry!