A Loner's Ballad

➳thirty eight

you asked me how much i could love you

a cigarette placed loosely between your chapped lips,
puffs of smoke from it ascend into the infinite sky, away from you.
why does it seem like everything which has been closest to you,
just wants to get away from you?

a loose white tshirt embraces your skin,
probably hiding all your painful adornings within.
be it the tattoo on your chest that you didn't want me to see,
or the ugly scars on your stomach that I wish you couldn't feel.

you won't call your mother tomorrow, or the day after,
been a while since you've heard any laughter.
all you have is yourself and nobody,
and me and my insides, which build up this poetry.

and still when you look up to the night sky,
and wonder if you'll ever be a star to someone's moon,
i stand there with you and pretend that i don't love you,
and that i'll be gone soon like yearly monsoon.

but you know me best,
you know how you wake up everyday with a blanket on your chest.
so when you ask me how much i could love you,
i wish i could tell how much i want to paint your sky my shade of blue.

but i stand there still,
feeling like i'm tumbling off a hill.
when i know that i'm just falling for you each day,
but pretend like i've nothing to say.

[A/N : ever fallen in love with somebody you wish you hadn't fallen for?

And yaa, a friend (a very unexpected one, at that) kind of motivated me to write more and well... if you're reading this, then thank you, your words meant a lot :')

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