If only your soul
was as soft as your eyes
If only I didn’t believe
Everyones tragic lies
If only I could cover my ears
So I can’t hear
What they say
I know its not true
But still
Why does it hurt to love you?

It is my fault i fell for your devious charms.
i loved the mystery and went digging in you, mine,
lucky me i found diamonds and kimberlites .
As the temperature rose up my alarm bells went off,
but the crowds calmed them down asking me how i landed such a lad.
Ego puts fear, paranoia and all gut instincts to sleep.
Your hand landed on my face one day,
sorry you had to pop my pimples unwillingly,
and i apologize for staining your hands with my blood.
I was researching on the number of women killed by their partners in South Africa.
Sorry i did not clear my history and you had to see this.
I apologize for giving birth to these beings, beautiful creatures we brought to life ,you and i, that now hate your guts just because they do not understand that it is my fault.
i lost another one yesterday when you gently slammed me against the wall because you didn't want to believe that he was yours as well.


so now  i write you this letter, read it to the crowds and tell them what a bad wife i had been.
tell them that i was weak, tell them i couldn't endure the hardships of this marriage and had an appointment with my maker.
Tell them i was useless.
cremate me and put my ashes in the trash bag.

it is all my fault and i apologize from the bottom of my heart.

No Matter how mad I am at you.

When your hand reaches out for mine, I know I'll let my finger intertwine with yours.

Hell, I'll squeeze your hand tighter.

You came unexpectedly
in my life.
I never expect that
someone will hold me tight.
I have been hurt
not just once or thrice
but many times.
I'm still young yet
I love so many times.

I am so lucky to have you.
I am happy that I have you.
Don't leave me like others do.
I promise you
everything that I say is true.
No lies no secrets
My promises all of them I will do.

No matter what they say
I will stay
Right here right next to you
Every problem that will come
I am always at your side.
No one will take us apart.

We're young
But I know that this is not wrong
I am sure about this
I will never ever let you go

I love you the way you are
No matter what you look
No matter what is your attitude
I will accept it
Because that is you.

I love you. I love you.
I know you love me too.
Don't get tired of me
Just understand me

Because I will never
get tired of you.
I will love you til
the day that I die.
Afterlife I will find you
wherever you hide
Stay here by my side.
Good night love of my life.

My death will be liberating.

And I do not say that in the sense
that I am going to find a cliff
and take a good jump off.

No.

I am just trying to find a
clever way to tell you

that I do not know what is going
to happen next.

You see,

there is a
fine line
between
dreaming and
mortality

and

I am finding out for myself
that being in love
does not always
involve

being awake.

And for my sake
I fall in love with daydreams,
nightmares,
hazy realities
and

the hung-over idea

of not being enough.

It is all out of my hands.
                 It is all out of time.

And the only thing I have left to do,
now,


is decide.

you will never be forgotten.
ever.
your name twisted into metaphors and colors and distractions will forever
be painted across pages and pages of her favorite brand of notebook,
no matter how many she burns
there will always be one she forgot,
and she will only find it once she had almost forgotten you.
she will find the one Papyrus notebook
and all of your metaphors and colors and disractions will come flooding back,
just like how the ocean in your eyes
flooded her heart all those years ago.