Sometimes
It's actually good that you don't get what you want.
Because
If you get too much of what you want,
Maybe,
You just won't want it anymore.

Just what does it feel like?
Is it all peachy moment after moment
Is it about muffins, rainbows and unicorns
Or a smile so constant that cheeks ache
Is it the buoyant presence of a presence
Of a lone sentinel to avert your fall
Is it the warmth of the arms
you surrender yourself to
Or a romantic ambience
Immeasurably delightful
Or is it the absolute vacancy
Of melancholy
Or maybe just the belief in yourself
Is it the period when you break free
from the heavy corroding chains that restrict

It is, in fact,
Something volatile
Something more tense than calming
Something more exasperating than pleasing
Menacingly merciless
Joltingly jeopardizing
*Execratingly endangering

I needed you
To warn me
Before the storms

Ah

Instead
You yourself
Were the storm

Come you dear?

I stand
Petrified here
Advance closer to me

I dare look
Not up
Breathe, breathe on me

I stay
Not run away
Slowly, slowly violate me

I silently surrender
Not resist
Feel, feel the storm in me

I lay dead-faced
Not cry
No tear
Turns out from my eyes
No drop of water
To douse your fiery touch
Burn, burn me

I can't forget your words
Ringing in my ears
'Is this too intimate?'
You *******.
Can't you see?
Look, look at me.
Meet, meet my eyes.

Vapid, aren't they?
Oh, Infringer of my soul
You've
Killed, just killed me.