There must be something missing.
A piece, that stops me from loving you.
From giving you my deepest heart.
I don't recall where or when I lost it.
I hold back. Waiting for this dream to end.
With held breath I wait for the hurt to come.
My hands clenched, eyes shut.
Why do I do that? It must be that missing piece.
Happiness seems fickle.
And the dark hours come like a desert storm, seemingly out of nowhere, drowning my sun.
I don't say this to you, of course.
I search for flaws.
Surely you must have some.
For if you are imperfect, then you won't mind my imperfections.
Insecurities are a parting gift.
I know this isn't forever.
Even when you promise me it is.
I am counting these days of perfection.
Trying to tattoo them in my memory.
I'd prepared for the goodbye even before our first 'hello'.
This missing piece...do you think you can find it?
Because with you I want to believe in the forevers.
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Window pain
PoetryThis book is but a humble attempt at encapsulating life and all its flavours. It is an ode to the sad days and melancholy nights. For grief that stays alive even after years have passed. Musings of longings and dreams of escape. And a protest agai...
