If I could
I would have
Undoubtedly
Decapitated this
Irredeemable longing
In a gruesome manner
Long ago
But I've never been
The strong or potent one
Ever
And In the sunless hollows
Of my broken and
Flimsy bones
I still slip
Slivers of strangled hopes
which although
Have breathed their last
Seasons ago
Yet their charred remains
Sluggishly fuel
My painfully exhausted
And perplexed self
To keep on weaving listlessly
Porcelain skinned dreams
With trembling hands
And don a glowing countenance
When their shattered and
razor sharp edges
Inflict countless wounds
On every inch
Of my scarred flesh
And bleeds out
The residual drops
Of perseverence
From my essence
Leaving me to start
From scratch
Once again

The sparkling
summer skies
Changed into
Thundering red clouds
In your eyes
And the autumnal warmth
Of your smile
Changed into
A lacerating
ice-cold frown
And all of a sudden
That year
An unanticipated
bitterly cold winter
Left me shivering
And gasping for
a temporary respite

Dont worry
My wounds
have almost healed
And Ive doubtlessly grown
a very thick skin
Over it
Now the bullets
That you fire
Habitually
From the seams
Of your mouth
Wouldnt harm me
Like before
They would
just scrape
My edges
And i wont
Even bleed
A little
And yes
I'll soon forget
All about it

We get intoxicated
With happiness
When we reach
The pinnacle
Of happiness
That we fail
To watch our steps
And within seconds
We slip and slide
Down the edge
Of that mountain
On whose glorious peak
we climbed
By burning our muscles
And tearing our flesh

A velvet twilight gently spreads
Over bruised skin
A silken blanket of hope

You withered my skin
Slowly and gently
By throwing countless stones
At me
Tenderly but frequently
To remind me
Endlessly
That I was always
an entirely
inadequate entity
But when I wilted
completely
And all of my energy
Perished utterly
And the stones that you
Never stopped hurling at me
Ceased to hurt
My immobile body
You did
What you intended to do
Since the beginning
You left
Leaving me curled
Into a ball of
Absolutely nothing

You are a velvety soft feather
Swirling gracefully
in a scented breeze
That I yearn to catch
And tickle my tender skin with
Rejuvenating my weary senses
With a long forgotten sound
of a crackling laugh
You are a zephyr kissed breath
That slips and slides
In an ambrosial wind
Too far away
From the realms of my lips
Which my trembling hands
Will never be able
To successfully catch