Is it truly the end?
Are there ways where I can make my amend?
I held onto your hand,
Frightened over thoughts I can't comprehend.
Over our troubles,
That are overdue.

It started with a spark,
But burnt enough to leave a mark.

When the pain I endured,
Waited to be cured.
I was not in my right mind,
Where freedom is hard to find.

Had to pave an exit,
Not knowing I will even make it.

Years gone past,
Feeling free at last.
All the tears I hide,
Finally subside.

It seemed too good to be true,
However truly it never last.
Because they kept coming back,
To haunt me once again

You are the caffeine,
In my bitter cup of coffee.

Kept those feelings 6 feet under,
But it grew,
and grew.
Lush and green.
Standing tall and still,
Longing for the sun.

Fallen off a tree,
Brown leaves blown by gush of wind,
Conceding to fate.

Lavender,
Delicate purple hued.
Was never my favourite,
Until you pointed out,
It was yours.
I breathe,
In its calming scent.
With euphoric,
Thoughts in mind.
When did it start?
This addiction.
Now - feeling drowsy,
Enough to make me sleep.
I close my eyes,
Greeted by the sweetest dream,

Of you.

Its raining.
Pouring,
Vivid flow of sorrow.

It rained too.
On that day,
Those spider lilies,
Bloomed on you.

Now,
Every downpour,
Is a requiem.
Singing your name.