Does it ever cross your mind? The thought of losing me, I mean. Does it sting like fire ants? Painful but not serious.

I don't know when or how the butterflies in my stomach turned to wasps, stinging the muscles, making it sore and burn but I swear at one point, we were the most beautiful human chromosomes paired....

or was it always an option? Leaving me, I mean.

Do not speak, your heart is weak
It'll breathe within the eyes you seek
Or swim the ocean, or feel the fire
That drowns and burns, which you desire.

Do not inhale, you won't expire
Or come ashore, or escape the fire
And did not pretty sunrays burn?
So do not speak, and quietly run.

~~
Alone, wandering within a dream,
Moving Perpendicular of Counter Clock
Rolling with the Round Stones, Knocking,
Echoing restlessly one after another
Not a romantic tune at all
Feelings are falling randomly
while lovely aromas in the air,
Lights dimming all the ugly duration
while some Faces of Friends hanging
with the Smiles of Sunshine,
Goes slowly between the dreams and shadows
And the sorrows those borrowed
From the chimes of the river,
Over the Silver water while moonlight
Shimmering in a very full moon night.
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~
How all those stand!
Two windows  face to face
In front of an abstract day
How the waves come back!

Unspoken words come out
Err of Season flooding flowers
Spreading Smell
Spring of vain dreams

In the wet air
Mews in the distant horizon
Aloof mind spins in the compulsive time
Wants to buy what pays for

A Springtime
Restless dreams of bubbles
In a very blue sky
Playing within an unknown day

Moving with the mystic cradle
Imaginable house of cards
Keep covered with feathers
Playing within the Light and Shadow
~