In my nightmare you had cancer Which turned your face wooden I felt your features but not your skin I’ve been imprisoned and tortured By those who birthed you Who share your blood yet not your feelings They made you to talk to her Why else would you feel There was still a spark and raw desire Towards the one who cheated and lied Made you swallow the pill of pain… Killer is her name, your forgotten secret Whom you deny with your other self
I didn't hear you say what you said in my dreams. But I guess that's the way things go sometimes. I'm okay with it though, because when I got down on one knee, you agreed to be my partner in crime.
If you let me in I’d bundle up all your insecurities and create a new constellation from them I’d shift my whole attention to you like sunflowers turning to the sun I’d build an observatory to verify that stars in the sky are not as brighter as you I’d fight to be your gravity so that you would stay still with me every second I’d ask the moon to tell the night how charming you are when you wink a star from your smile.
I know you don’t see yourself as worth as I see you But hey, here are functions of a partner To remind that you worth a galaxy To be flooded with your presence To prove that you orbit in my atom To be thankful for your holy existence To show that you are the first snowflake in my winter and my spring’s first bloom.
If and only if you let me in and be your absolute sanctuary.
Do you realise actually it’s the little details of you that ignite my weary soul? How shy you look when I told you that your face is a whole art Or the way you nervously talk when your eyes are locked into mine Or when you refuse to leave first though we already spent 25 hours that day Or how your ‘I’m always here for you’ becomes an absolute assurance Or the way you update about you to me, even provide pictures Or when you lovely mention my name that I end up fangirling over your voice a second after Or how your daily compliment puts a period to my insecurities Or your journey to complete the broken me in dark even if your eyes are closed. These seem insignificant to some but your aura runs through my vein That I thought about stitching you into my skin for real So that I’ll experience these little details eternally.
I am the washed up shores And ***** of sea shells, Sharp "Ouch!' and cut of feet. I am sandpaper to gentle touch and dissonance to your symphony. I am the chaos they claimed Only existed in your imagination, And yet, You still dare to love me.
