The time grows,
leveling the edges of memories.
The pages where I bled,
long forgotten, like a pain unlearned.
Still the eyes burn,
from the unshed tears.
A pain buried so good,
like roots that spreads deep.
In between the beats, 
where my heart goes weak, 
it tears my soul, 
like a parasite, 
sprouts out through my chest.

"You thought it was love?"  
she mocked,  
as the sword deepened through his chest.  

"It was never love."  

"I knew it," he said,  
"as it was more beautiful  
than love ever can be".

Her hand wrapped around him,  
like chains of hatred,  
as her sword embraced his heart.  

He smiled,  
as the pain swallowed him.  

"I die by your sword,  
but still in your arms."

I never knew love could be this beautiful—
So beautiful, you smile even when it hurts.
So beautiful, you hold on, knowing all that’s left are thorns.
So beautiful, you walk right through it,
Knowing exactly how it will burn.

Love, like a lotus, blooms where it's least expected—
rooted in dirt, yet rising, unshaken.
Its tender petals blush a gentle pink,
still shining,
though its roots are caged in mud.
He crossed the waters,
his feet wading through the mud,
scarred by stones hidden beneath.
All for a glimpse of his beloved—
standing with a lotus in her hand,
her beauty outshining its blushing petals.

"Hold back," they said—
But what should I hold in?
The pain that drowns me,
or the guilt that withers my soul?

"Wait," they said—
But until when?
Until my heart freezes to death,
or my breath fades into silence?

What should I do with these scars,
deepened by all the what-ifs of the past?
How can I give words to this grief,
when I choke on the same?"

And all the smiles plastered on my face,
one day will fail to defend my tears,
hiding beneath the facade,
that the world made me build.

The 'Me' I lost
wanders in despair,
in this maze of lies,
like a child lost in the mob.

The love like a sea we had ,
it's waves crashing on my lonely shore,
erasing all my pain.

I tried to hold you beside me,
Like a fool trying to steal the waves.

Each time you left
I waited between your absence,
as leaves changed colours and born again, slowly drowning in your hues.

And it traced my steps,
one step behind,
dancing with my curves.
It stood  same among the thorns and flowers, never leaving.
Brave and strong against all odds,
yet it hid when it was dark.
I hated it once but now I keep the light burning,
so that it never fades into the dark again.