As I gazed at the stones below my feet,
I couldn't feel anything but heat.
My body soaked with sweat,
as my arms trembled with regret.

"Why am I still doing this?"
I thought to myself, almost at my wit's end.

But then my eyes roamed and there she was up above;
fantasizing about fairies of the stone.
Careless with how she looked,
She then looked at me; her eyes gleamed.
I noticed my lips form an upward curve.

"I will go, wherever she will take me.
No matter how hard this journey is,
I will go...
With her."

I painfully continued my steps towards her,
the fairy of my heart.

You always write for and because of her.
Well, why wouldn't you?
She, who took away the most space in you;
would I even matter?

You lose yourself, intoxicated
by the thought of her.
But still, she filled your consciousness
even when you're sober.

I heard you came knocking at your own door
with eyes red and tensed jaws.
I noticed blood on your hands and I knew then
that your plan went through.

I let you in and gave you your keys.
"How far did you go?"
I asked offering a bottle of cold beer.
"I couldn't do it. I couldn't **** the man she loves."

You covered your face with both your hands.
I tried to calm you down.
"Everything will be okay" I said as I felt my hands trembling
reaching for the gun.

...

I smirked as I placed your cold hands firmly around your gun.
I wrote, "To Daisy, you are as warm as the yellow sun.
But you left me no choice and use this gun."
A farewell fit for you since you always wrote for her.

It has been six cycles of the moon since we first talked.
And if I count the days we were together, it'd probably be one cycle of the moon's light.
Of both our hectic lives, we managed to be together for short periods of time.
You were always there when I called even when the moon is no longer up.
But now what we have, is no longer luminous like the moonlight.
It has become hazy and dark; as if a storm is coming, we see no light.
Yet, here I am trying to blow away the clouds that covers the sky.
And if I'd lose my breath just to let you see me as I am, I would.
If only you could look up above the sky, and see clearly;
see how the dark areas of the moon give its beauty,
see how mistakes could still make us luminous,
see how I am losing my breath just to see you.
If only...
but its too late.

At first she thought it was
as easy as counting one, two, and three.
But then it changed to climbing a tree,
where a fruit she adores ripens once in a week.

She would climb up no matter how tall it was,
with scratches and bruises she didn't mind.
She was happy for all her time,
despite the scars all this while.

How was she in the remaining days
  without the fruit on her hands?
She took care of the tree on her own  
giving all her might; didn't leave its side.

But one stormy night, while she slept
at the side of the tree she couldn't live without;
her skin full of scars, the heavy rain touched.
She was deaf by the thunder, and then lay still when lightning struck.

Hundreds of eyes were flowing with tears,
yet I couldn’t find the sense why.
One tear fell after another.
While there I stood, with puckered eyebrows.

My eyes glared seeing him; having silky-black hair.
His brown skin glowed like bronze.
It was everything he ever wanted.
Ever since I knew him, it was all he talked about.

The only thing that mattered was his desire.
His ears turned red every time he talked about it.
He was almost obsessed of her
but I, of him.

I laid my eyes on him every second I could.
But he never took his eyes off of her.
I took a step closer to him, but he’d be two steps away.
Yes, this will all be over soon...

I walked away from the sweet scent of flowers and I felt my mouth grin.
I still couldn’t make sense of it.
But hearing him say the words; his eternal promise for her,
Made my heart flutter with agonizing happiness.