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Love: Contemplating On Your Doorstep
(Oh, how time goes by, hm?
It's been...
A long while since I last said
Farewell.
I remember,
Your smile-
Despite your unnerving hand-
Said you wanted to plenish a
Rogue tease
On my lips. Which was fine
then.
But time went, and desire
disguised itself
Spiralling into satirical hatred.
And maybe that's why I came)
As I stand here
Below your window;
A tattered red wired on my
face,
Despite all
Unwarranted barter
Against it,
I couldn't help
But be here.
Don't get me wrong.
I argued it profusely,
(Though you'd say I always do)
But as I stared into the silver
platter,
It was almost inevitable!
(Fate as you too, would say)
That my fingers should grasp
That dress you once loved,
And quiver its stream
Upon my skin,
Flowing loosely into a
shimmering
waterfall.
You know I wouldn't have worn
it
unless...
Well-
(How do I begin?)
Remember the time
When the splattering colour
Thrashed its way upon
The black canvas of night?
You stood off
Away.
And I stood even farther.
I called you...
And wished you all the best.
(Albeit the deafening
Insult I cradled with wishes,
Echoed in your humoured mind)
I meant it.
The words were as genuine
As the heart throbbing
Under my chest
As I watched, lost in those
colours
Thinking of...
Well-
Forgive me.
I should have called
And declared my timely arrival.
You probably have
A matter of importance
To uphold.
But as I recalled...
You liked sugary treats...
And maybe when your diligence
ceased
For just a moment,
And you crave a sweet for
pleasing,
You would only to place your
hand in
Mine
To take it...
I'm sorry.
I know you'd like to hear this
From someone else,
Spewing it from the throat.
But today
In all of the disguised things you
love,
I wanted you to understand.
I was hoping,
All that changed would be
devoured
By what I needed to tell you
If I could.
If only I could...
The truth is,
I know it is a destiny
A fated destiny...
Though one that will not start
here.
For even if
This door swung open
And my heart bloomed.
Even if, you wielded with you,
The words of I, and you
And unsheathed destiny.
Even if...
You scorched my soul
Fervently with honeyed love,
Where before the crafting of
our hearts
From friends, pains and time,
To be sharper for ourselves;
From you to I and I to you,
I'd have to say
With the overflowing essence
Of my every self;
The mind, body and soul
That
I despise you...
('Til a better time
Where we would never say
goodbye.)
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