Who was she?
This heavenly lady
A woman of passion and boundless love
In whose steps Shakespeare did stalk

Endless pages filled with inked words
Words of despair
Declarations of passion
Screams of want
Driving himself into a frenzy
As he scribbled each play
Searching
Looking for the right words
Those perfect letters to utter

Which could bring her love to him
All it took for him was one look
But for her
Golden goddess among pathetic humanity
More was needed
Much more was required

So did Shakespeare venture
Deeper into the power of letters
Struggling to pave the path to his goddess's heart

The fates sadly had another story in mind
For young Shakespeare's legacy
He was not to be gifted they believed
His goddess of perfection and over flowing love
Instead he was to be a beacon
Of hope
To all torn lovers who dared to walk this earth

A shining light to guide them
Treat them with belief
That some day
One day
Love would truly prevail.

It started of with curiosity
New accents to acquaint to

It moved on to annoyances
Deliberate proddings to infuriate

It turned into fondness
Awkward humour to laugh to

It grew into likeness
A desire of life unquenchable

It strengthened into friendship
Another pair to add to the greats

It infinitized into soulhood
Arm in arm forever to be a joy

We never did things the conventional way. Experiences is all we asked for. Countless memories we were gifted with. Souls merged in an iron friendship to live endlessly

Past present future, it shall go on.

Goodbyes were always his forte
Packing and moving on came naturally

Loving was her gift
Unconditional forevers her belief

A man of the world was he
Logic and reality his travel companions

A beautiful soul was hers
Brightening away the darkness of others

He looked at the world with untrusting eyes
Keeping away the possible Heartbreakers

She saw beauty in the darkest of times
Her world full of possibilities she believed

And one day these opposites collided
With a force that shook them both
And in each other they found perfection
A myth he had long since given up on
A dream she always hoped for

Happiness was to be their everlasting gift
If only they could have held on

But his realities crept in
Bringing to light the fears he ran away from

Insecurities riddled her soul
Constant reminders of loved ones lost

And once again with a burst of flames
They parted ways, one now became two

Their humanity their only weakness
But each other their biggest loss

They stood firm on past decisions
Refusing to dwell in old smiles

*** what had been one was now broken
And no wish could ever fix it back.

Imagine a world,
one with everything you know
coming to an end.
All those faces,
both familiars and unknown
perishing.
What would you do
if you knew,
your world was dying?
Who
would you save if you could?
and who?
would you leave,
for deaths heavy jaws to clamp on?

I don't want to let you go
For I miss you before the goodbyes
I drive home looking at the empty seat
I know it'll be filled tomorrow
But that's too long to wait
I go home and hold this pillow
In hopes for when I wake up its you
One day it will
You'll be there when I go to bed
You'll be there when I wake up
You'll be there when I come home
When I'm sick you'll take care of me
When I'm upset you'll make me laugh
When I'm old you'll be by my side
I'll love you till the day I die and then I'll search for you in heaven or hell
Till I find you again and love you till the end of eternity
You may not believe me till the rings on your finger
Soon that'll happen and you'll finally believe me
But for now,
I'll continue to tell you I love you a thousand times a day
I'll continue to hold this pillow and hope it's you
I'll continue to look forward to see you sitting next to me in that once empty seat
And after all this I'll continue to love you till you're forced to believe me
And it all starts now with an I love you

I hate in betweens
Always have
I'd rather know
One way or another
The truth
Suspense is literal torture to my soul

But
For you
Only you
I shall try
To be understanding
To give you that space
To be the better person
To be "mature".

Even though everything
I mean everything that is me
Screams in madness
Fury rippling down my back
Fear settling in my stomach

All of me
If possible
Could shake you silly
Drive home some sense
Hold you tight and refuse
Point blank
To let go.

In hope
A teensy bit of it
That you will come back
To me
Back to these arms that miss your angles
Back to these lips that miss your own
Back to this simple sole body
That feels bone dry
Rattling empty
Without you
To fill her in.

So be done
With these emotions that pull you away
And come back to me
My friend
My love
My life.

I remember the first time I watched the great Gatsby.
Your legs propped on my own,
Sailing in the land of happy dreams
You slept.
While I watched the most heartbreaking movie of the 2014.

You never realised how much that movie meant.
Never conceived how much  
Words and acts could drive a person

It was at that moment
As I watched Gatsby fall
His dreams shattered and his heart ruined
That I was hit with the reality.
Last nights drunken actions were more
Than just movements or simple words.

To me atleast
It all meant more
Deep down inside
Than you could ever have understood.

And though you hardly ever mentioned
The ongoings of that particular night,
It stayed with me.

And as Mr. Carraway spoke
Those last tantalising words of love,
I promised myself.
One day I shall tell you.
One day I shall have the courage Daisy never did.
To admit once and for all,
To the universe that I love you.