Do you love me?

Those four words were once so hard to say with sanity. As if my mother tongue forbade me to know how it meant once. I have sat all day in the empty spaces of us; trying to find an answer without verbalizing it

So I slept on it; I waited on it; I walked on it; I dreamed about it; I accepted it;
And I meant it

And I realized; why should I ask him? Because if he loves me he would tell me. *Maybe he is not the type of guy who wander around and saying I love you—a shy one, perhaps—my mind stops thinking.

Or
He simply does—not love me?

He stared at me in a long pause and kissed me at 2 a. m
‘Do you like me?’ I asked
He stopped and bit my lip; he was not quite there yet  
Loud and clear, I have found my answer in his silence

*It's not even a hard question ******* it!

What if I tell you that I don’t need to go back?
Since
I have found my home in your presence

What if I tell you?
That It is you,
Where I belong to?

You are
The only place where residing feels like reincarnating
And I could never be a wanderer nor a stranger in you
—hence I surrender my heart to be left in you

*If I tell you so, would you stay?

When you came, he was not expecting you. Not even once it crossed his mind. “Don’t” He said to the mirror. You knew he was staring at you from distance and maybe it was enough or maybe it was not, but who knew?

You should have not given him any sign—whatsoever, if you would not stay, if you were only to make him suffered.
He was bath in fantasies yet fearing that he had no chance. Though you encouraged him to dive free into your world, without knowing how to swim?

You were not kind, but he preached you. To him, you were something that only existed in dream. His id and ego clashed like lightning and thunder. In war, fight or fly?

You might not be crazy about him. But he was. And maybe, he is still insane. Even, after all the torment and miseries you gave away for him.

I know for sure what he feels, or maybe I don’t.
*I am afraid I was him; maybe I, still, am him.

Your eyes meet mine;
Your lips kiss mine;
Your breath breathes mine;
Your hand holds mine;
Your love loves mine;
Your words rhyme mine;
Your shadow mimics mine;
It feels like everything that is yours is mine

Mine,
This is a crazy thing, a crazy ups and downs
An emotional roller coaster, bents and breaks
There is an urge inside my chest—screaming
Because it carves your name for the very first time
It feels like everything that is mine is no longer mine—but yours.