They don't tell you
that after all
You are
A mirage.
A foolish
Beautiful
Cruel
Illusion
And nothing like you think you are

They said
Your eyes were pretty
And that you had a nice smile
Yet never once saw it
The paradox
Of worlds colliding
With raw and unapologetic ardour
Right before them.
Your eyes weren't pretty
And your smile was a flash of gums and cracked edges
I loved them
In a way
That made me fearless of the truth.

Once
We watched the sunrise
Our cold hands clasping each other
Like children asking for warmth

Sometimes
You end up in a candy shop
Asking forgiveness
For ever visiting the dentist.
If you let something destroy you
And hold on
Words stuck in-between your teeth
Until you feel
The inside of your mouth growing black
From all the things you didn't say
When you should have
Did you win?
When you gulp down poison for nothing
And nothing again
Who will remember your martyrdom?