these bones that you carry
buried under deep sorrow
that a child feels upon
losing his favorite toy
the euphoria of silence
that a woman feels upon
the loss of her love
the creeping insomnia
that a painter feels upon
losing faith in his art
the music plays like fire in his ear
that a poet feels upon
the loss of words
someone holding him down by the hair
that a mother feels upon
the loss of her child
she screams there is no greater pain
these bones that you carry
you were only supposed to bury.

Come near.
Let me set the
winds aside.
Let me stop the time.
Let me calm the oceans.
Let me look at you
for once
where there's nothing
between you and me
but our
Ice cold breaths.

In every nook,
In every corner,
In every person,
I kept searching for her.
Oh this ******* urge
to be home.

Giving others
the roses of your life
while holding them
by the thorns
is sacrifice
and
sacrifice is pity, not love.

Until her scars
are ingrained
on the texture
of your skin,
Until her pain
flows through
the cracks of
your bones,
do not tell me
you love her.
do not tell me
she is your home.

Would you believe me
If I told you
everytime you
said a wish
upon a loose eyelash,
it flew and became a bird?

-would you let your dreams fly?

Love will touch you.
If not today,
then tomorrow.
It only asks you to
Wait.