I was in the dark room when they said i had to leave
I was curious what they really want from me
They took my cigarette and slammed me
They asked me few questions
Pushing me to answer it
I was afraid
I had no courage to answer it
What did you do
They asked
Nothing
I said
What did you do to her
They asked again
Nothing much
I said
They looked mad
I'm in love with her, is that even a sin?
I asked
Have you ever been in love? It's the most beautiful and worst thing in this world. You couldn't choose the person, your fate did. You won't know whether she's pretty or not, smart or dumb, almost perfect or not perfect at all. Your eyes will be blind. It's time for your heart to see the world while your eyes take a rest.
I explained
////silent////
They left me alone
And came back with a gun

(a.l)

The corner is a place often forgotten, inhabited by only dust and darkness.  It is the periphery, the edge of our reality, where mystery and imagination can find home. Thought flourishes on dust and darkness. Thought is allowed to be free in the corners, for those who wish to stamp it out are blind to the intricacies of edges.

Those of us open to the realms of imagination inhabit these places. We do not fear edges for we live our lives as outsiders.  From the safety of our corners we are watching, absorbing, whilst the people of space (those free of care and fear) make their way through the room, mingling with others of space.

But we thought-corner people move with caution through space.  We feel its vulnerability like eyes upon exposed flesh- we feel our thoughts escape into the void, into the ether of emptiness, like dust into a vacuum, like a storm into the night.  We are forced to make a fast retreat back to the edges of reality where we are out of hands reach, in the corner of the eye, in the corner of the mind.  We are never quite in focus but we are weaving dreams like twine, telling our stories, reliving our memories.

We carve our gap with axes made of daydreams.  We know the power the corner holds.

I can see it in your eyes
The fear of getting too close
You hide it well
With your playful smile and gentle touches
You convince people that you’re okay
But I can see that you’re not
I can smell it
You shine like the sun
But the sun is destined to burn out, right?
You know it, too
You try and hold off your destruction
By shutting people out
But that won’t help
I know you’ve been hurt
Abandoned by the ones you love
Left to figure things out on your own
But don’t hide behind your strength
Let it define you
I know you’re afraid
That the blackness inside of you
Will scare everyone away
But the ones that stay
Are the ones that count
You’ve been left alone before, I know
But you can’t expect
Every new man in your life to do the same
Some will, I can’t deny that
But you will never find the man who will stick around
If you don’t allow yourself to see him
Lift your head up, sweetheart
Wipe your tears
Shed your fears
And let everyone see the light in you
I promise that it will outshine the darkness
What do I know, right?
I’m just a teenager
But don’t let outward appearances fool you
Because somewhere hidden
To the naked eye
Are the same secrets and scars
That you see branded on your skin
And if you take the chance
To look close enough
You’ll see mine, too

You said you wanted to know,
How you appear through another's eyes.
I wonder though, how YOU see you,
How much of what I see is a disguise.

Well,

I want to tell you how you taste,
Of cool rain and fire.
With petalled lips and milky skin,
Flushing crimson with desire.

Sometimes I can hear the soft notes of the music that moves you,
Dancing along parted lips.
Spilling secrets and an incandescent light,
Celestial parts, that you'd normally eclipse.

Sometimes you seem far off,
Battling monsters beneath the surface.
Externally calm, like the eye of a storm,
While the rest of us play part in life's circus.

Sometimes I want to trace your scars,
Which only tell truths in part.
And cannot even begin to tell,
Of the scars criss-crossing your heart.

..and still, delicate, like intricate lace,
Following the curves of your figure.
Woman, you are beautiful!
I'm not sure how you can't see that in your mirror.

I do not know your story,
The things that you have seen.
But I can see you've earnt your armour,
Placed around you like a screen.

So, please forgive this, a glimpse of how I see.
You, your being, your purpose.

And despite all these things,
There's untold more beneath your surface.