A Black suit on naked skin , I stood there waiting for you , under the spotlight , in a black dress.
Your face lights up with happiness when your favourite song comes on.
Lucky me , I got my dance.
In that moment , we were already lustful of love. My hand ran down your dress and I held you by the waist , and you rest your hand on my shoulder , which was yours to cry on anyway.
We danced there , blissfully unaware of the great things we were destined to do and how this Universe would bring us together.
We continued to dance , in the dim light , that almost passed for twilight.
We danced there alone , yet together.
I was to keep you safe and you were to keep me avid.
And as the singer hit the highest note, I pulled you closer , the warm air against my skin , and there we kissed , avid for love.
Hung over desires and craving , we danced as we realized , that as much as favourite songs and dances come to an end , sometimes , somethings last.
I loved the pain that I felt , when you held me and hugged me tight.
It was my ecstasy which always had me begging for more, even when it slowly killed me.
Now I hate that emptiness that fills my heart when you’re holding someone else and hugging them tight.
And I stare into the Starry night , standing , crying, wondering where it all changed.
People look at my arm and ask,
How I suffered that deep cut.
I look at my arm , and answer ,
A piece of glass scarred me deep.
What they fail to understand is that,
She was the glass.
Delicate and shiny.
A little rough about the edges but very smooth if someone took time to look beyond the surface,
They would realize, she reflects.
She was strong , tough yet, soft and fragile.
She was predictable in her unpredictability.
I tried to polish her , and when I pressed hard, The glass broke and hurt me deep.
I look at my arm again, and say that it’s been a while but it still hurts , yet it doesn’t kill me.
At the Inception of our Always , you were the Angelic Moon , and I , the Lover.
You looked at me, disgusted, as I was a Casanova.
And I looked at you,with love, as you were a Nova.
As you dared to reach out to me, I gladly put my hand out , holding for you.
You came , I embraced you.
We danced , slowly.
You walked away as the last note faded in the background , because I was incoherent and hideous.
I kept calling your name out , obliviously, that you would never turn back.
And now I drown myself in ballads, falling prey to my to my deepest fears of OBLIVION.
To be honest , you had the most dreamy eyes, I had
ever seen. They managed to supress a thousand
thoughts into one word.
That was pure beauty, the plain blackness , and the
little light, in the distance of heaven in your eyes,
which seem to have made a million musicians forget
how to groove, or how a thousand artists forget how
to make art, or how one , me , forget how to breathe.
That was beautiful.
Being unable to breath when I looked into the depth
of your eyes and find light.
It was pure.
It was everlasting.
It slowly killed me.
It was a rose for the Everafter.