whatever

There was you.

So fascinatingly pure

fragile yet complex

that I was afraid you were not true.

I held on my brave attempt

to unravel the mystery that is you.

Can I touch you?

Are you real?

Let me hold you.

Let me.

Feel.

Your wistful eyes

the gentle sighs

your lingering scent

that knowing smile..

I surrender

and let myself drown.

To the depths of you.

I am falling.

Falling fast.

Ah, the tragedy

of you being there.

And the irony —

I am still here.

I want so much to touch you

To feel that this is real.

Yet I fear that if I do,

I might end up losing you.

Tell me all I need to know

Why everything in my world

Is about you –

My thoughts, these words,

All speak of what I feel for you.

Let me hold you close to me

And feel you breathe against my skin.

Only then shall I believe

That this isn’t all a dream.

Is destiny arbitrary

Or are we meant to be?

The truth is indeed out there,

And until then

You remain distant.

While I wait patiently..

Here.

Listen to the wordsI could not bear to say.Words that speak ofsorrow and despair,misery and grief.Of love that was lost,and that which has stayed right here.




Oh how tragic is this story!That has put an endto our you and me.Still I can still feel you,see you, hear you,smell the lingering scent of you..touch the very essence of all that is you.
In my sleep, I still kiss youbreathe every air of you..but you're nowhere near me.And I try to peel you away --like a sticky plasterIn my wounded heartThat I surrender.
In your act of false bravado,you create havocin my suffocated heart.I shall not cry nor regret.I have forgiven, soon, I shall forget.But for the meantime,I still love you like the very first day we met.