They said; nothing last more than three days..

And i happily replied;
"Some names and some beautiful memories are unforgettable"

Light devoid, no silver-hued moon,

Shadows claim my soul too soon.

With silence strong, I’m left alone,

With aching bones and heart forlorn.

The cold seeps in, an evil embrace,

My only warmth: his face.

His face.

A fickle yet adored fantasy
universally proclaimed lovingly by the same name
stands with much difference for each
for each has a unique lover
whose uniqueness cannot be challenged
nor compared
nor estimated

Though are we always to meet our fantasied beloved?
At the right moment?
Ideally?

Love is strange
an entity yearned for for ages
yet terrifying to own when the time for it comes
for we are afraid
of our beloved in our fantasies
to be marred by the realism we allow ourselves to indulge

Picking petals from a flower
‘To love?’
‘To not love?’
Promises nothing short of eternity of torment
So drop that flower
And take a deep breath
Look to the offerer of love in the eyes
And say ‘I do,’
Hope that they will love you
like no one has ever done so

His pain is what keeps you up at night
His pain is what drives you to be better than the rest
Better than the rest that’s hurt him so much

His pain is shown all over him
You can hear it in his voice
Feel it in his actions
See it in his face
His Pain

His pain is your pain in a way
You don’t want him to carry that pain all on his own
You try to help him, yet you feel him pushing you away
He’s going deeper into his own guilt and sorrow that you don’t know what to do
All you can do is listen to him, talk it out with him, love him

His pain won’t always be there but when it does come back
You’ll be ready, with a sword and shield
You’ll stand there strong and ready for whatever his pain throws at you
You’ll be right by his side to help him get through His Pain