It takes 64 days to get over you
I stop counting on a cold inebriated night,
the dark forest hanging over my heart
and my footsteps echoing in the shirl silence of a wet hill.

It takes 64 nights to get over you,
64 blue evenings, 64 indigo skies without stars, 64 colorless dreams uneven sleeps, disjointed sleeps, and 64 dreams of forgetting.

I count 64 nights, three encounters with cold metal, two brisk walks in the pelting rain, and one soul standing two steps beside my own body, not yelling your name.

For the very first time we ran into each other,
for the very first time our eyes met,
I froze.

I was completely captivated;
You're an angel;
a beautiful masterpiece,
God must have worked over time to create such a masterpiece;
— you.

You became the reason for me to stay till the very end,
everything is louder when you're there,
more reasons to give my love to devour.

You know nothing of this as I speak nothing of it.
I loved staring at you whenever you looked away,
I love just how sharp your jawline is;
your broad shoulder made me fall for you even deeply,
& god, I adore just how pale your skin is.

Despite all the love I feel,
all the butterflies I have in my stomach,
whenever someone mentions your name,
it's such a shame to proclaim;
that my love for you is a mortal agony.

I don't have the guts to speak of the truth,
how I feel about you;
It has been years, and years long,
I keep this all to myself;
I tried to brazen it all out even,
but somehow gets numb every time I do.

They say time helps the heart to forget.
Yet we shared nothing that makes me ache:
Only my hope of being the one you yearn for.

— mm.