BURN MY SOUL, KEEP THE ASH

We Can Hurt Together

He was crying, so was my heart.

He was dying and so was I.

All this pain consuming us,

All this love once shattered and lost

And now reinvented was driving us mad.

I loved him, without second thoughts

Without any hesitation in my heart.

I loved him a lot,

And if words had been enough to express everything

I would have spent my life writing about him,

for Love had always been the definition of him with me.

But in the dark chambers of my broken brain,

I was so scared, so lonely and bitter that he would leave me again.

For my happiness with him had always been temporary.

Almost Surreal.

And in the dark chambers of his brain,

He was so remorseful, empty, sick and tired of himself.

Angry and Sad almost all the time.

Have you ever felt so empty and broken, that all you think you are is the leftover of the person you used to be?

That was him. He was shattered because all he did to her was harm,

While he intended to love her recklessly.

He was feeling empty because he could no longer grant me

the safety, the security, the refuge and shelter without any doubts.

Without any limits.

Something in me, was always trembling with dread.

Pain always eating my stomach.

Oxygen was always leaving my lungs

My skin, always tatoo-ed with images of me getting broken again.

He was crying, so was my heart.

He was dying, so was I

I couldn't think of anything to say.

We were just two sad creatures,

Broken and Bruised.

We were just a hidden collage of scars,

Concealed fighters on our own.

Everything seemed unbearable. He was crying and I was paralyzed, unable to do a thing.

I just kept staring at those big beautiful eyes bleed.

They were bleeding not just weeping.

They were bleeding, bleeding because of me.

And for a brief moment I realized he was dying, he was literally dying for me.

Haven't that been what I always wanted to prove?

Haven't the thought of him beside me, been my brilliant dream for years?

Then why was I sad and full of agony?

Lost in these thoughts, I found myself wiping his tears,

Kissing those crying eyes,

Tasting those sour tears,

Drowning in his pain

Diving in his dark thoughts..

God he needed me as much as I needed him.

He really loved me as much as I loved him.

And it was then, when I knew I would never get bored of loving him.

I would never un-love him.

I would never look at him without having this load of affectionate feelings.

And that's how we found our way.

That's how I loved him again.

That's how I will always love him.