Drawing answers from silence,
Where's the silent language of us?

Every single day chronicled in my head,
How do I get you out?
I can't even seem to get out of bed
Every conversation, every laugh, every secret,
In my veins, omnipresent
I don't take you for a lover, my brother
I take you as my own,
An extension of I - an ego, a child
Tell me then, how do I let go?

Exquisitely scented, beautifully petalled, long stemmed,
You shared them with me in all their glory,
I was in awe of their splendour
But then I noticed, they had thorns too,
Thorns which didn't reduce their beauty, rather made them real,
When I asked you about the thorns,
You hid your callused hands away,
And denied their existence,
You didn't want to lose the admiration of their beauty,
And I didn't want to overlook the reality of their thorns,
Meanwhile, the roses withered

I'm only human,
But that's only what you are too,
You hurt me as you're hurting yourself,
Two hurting humans, whose cure's each other too

Pour all your hate over me,
Drench me in your angry showers,
Watch me dance in the rain,
Exhaust those dark clouds you've carried,
When you're done,
When the real storm comes,
From those heavy, vacant, beautiful eyes,
I'll be right here

I kept apologising,
I didn't know for what exactly,
I kept saying I was sorry,
I felt I'd wronged you,
I'm not sure how,
But I'm sure I had,
So I kept apologising,
You were angry at me,
You refused to tell me over what exactly,
Maybe you didn't know either...
So there I was,
Sorry
And there you were,
Angry
And here we both are,
Relentless