Love?

Love is a careless whisper of a promise,

An empty remark,

A scream into the void.

Love?

Love is a fearless warrior,

Getting shot with an arrow in the back,

Stomped to the ground by his fellows,

And woken up by the calloused hands of a forest maiden.

Love?

Love is a faceless ghost,

Hollow,

Yet full of life, pain, remorse, and hope.

Love?

Is a whisper, a promise, a caress,

An embrace of your family,

A young heart opening up its doors to a new adventure;

A mature one leaving a glimmer of hope,

An entrance to shine through.

Do I believe in love?

Well, despite everything,

I think I still do.

I stay silent,

Carefully tucked into the sweet escape by my shadows.

They caress my wounds; they kiss my tear-stained face.

They mend my broken heart,

shattered into myriad iridescent pieces,

still glowing with the hope for your return.

They whisper promises of a brighter future,

of love, of hope, of a new glimmering beginning.

Yet I still hide away

behind their numbing darkness.

My broken heart still weeps,

still craves your touch,

your agonizing words,

your empty promises.

I see no light at the end of the tunnel,

yet lovingly touch my wounds.

You broke me,

But I won’t let you shatter me.

You stabbed me,

But I won’t let you wipe me from existence.

You erased me from my life,

But I will softly piece my new reality.

I will fight,

Every day, every hour, every second

Until the universe shatters around me,

And I will glow again.

I will glow,

with the shine of a sky

filled with an infinity of stars on the darkest night.

I promise,

myself,

that I will rise.

And I will burn you to the ground with the softest rays of sunshine,

that you withheld from me,

when I gave you my heart, soul, and endless love.

I can promise you that.

You promised me the world;

Your tongue twisted every word as it snaked over my body;

Your hands tangled my will as they grazed my skin;

Your eyes devoured my soul as I saw my universe in them;

Your heart intertwined with mine, singing in unison.

Until

You ripped your heart out, taking mine with it, fully, roughly,

leaving emptiness in its place.

You cut my skin with your words,

your carelessness.

You engraved remarks on my body

with your burning tongue,

slithering across all of my insecurities,

brightening them,

biting them,

caressing them.

Until

There was no more left,

Of me.

You wrapped me in the scarlet silks of your soul.

You decorated me with the glistening jewels of your sapphire love, amethyst care and emerald hope.

You braided my soul in perfect arrangements, bringing me to my knees, bending my nature to your desire.

You scattered flowers across my chest, hiding my body from others’ hungry eyes.

But then a piece came loose in your perfect braid,

a flower started wilting

and your jewels lost their spark.

You threw blameful words my way, accusing me of destroying our dreams, as I tried to perfect it.

I painted the flowers, covering their tired petals.

I tucked the loose end behind my heart.

I polished the jewels, begging for them to gleam in the light of your forest eyes.

And you simply laughed, uncurling the facade you moulded.

And you left never looking back.

Oh, my love,

You pull me in, a soft brush of your tender lips on my neck.

Your hands holding me firmly around my waist,

You whisper sweet promises of a faraway dream, pinning them like pearls on a silver string, as they sparkle with a lustful gleam.

Oh, my love,

You push me away, laughing at my weakness, forcing me to my knees as I beg for your forgiveness.

You scream spiteful truths: “you are repulsive”, when I try to disagree, words burning through my flesh.

Disgust flashes across your face, alight with pale moonlight glow,

But you hold me close, your hands already unbuttoning my dress.

A soft moan escaping your parted lips,

A quiet tear running down my cheek.

Oh, my love,

I try to leave, holding my head up,

But you put a pearl collar on my heart, tugging on it when I stray too far,

Whispering “isn’t this enough?”

I feel the warmth radiating from your body, hear the quiet rustling of your hair and taste the fragile sorrow filling the midnight air with coarse realism... 

The words never shuttering the deafening quiet, but my mind aflame with unspoken prayers.

Please, stay with me... 

Until a somber night intoxicates me with the lullaby of love and hope; until my mind gently sways into the world of peace. 

Please, hold me close... 

Don’t take away the safety of your arms, of your soft breath caressing my lips, at least until I fall asleep, until the gracious hues of dawn flood into the room, veiling the fractured lies... 

But your fingers slip away, leaving nothing but a crumbling cold as my mind submitts to the luscious darkness.

Living in a play-pretend dream, 

Cardboard sun gleaming over a never-ending masquerade of cackling shadows, 

I long for a tender embrace and a daring glance, 

Lost in the symphony of passion and sadness. 

I sway in the arms of a featureless stranger, 

engulfed by his whispers of promises, lies, and deceit, 

dreaming of eyes, 

glimmering emeralds of a forest in spring,

as he catches a fathomless tear escaping down my cheek. 

Blue piano, dreading and mourning,

erupts in a chaotic feverish dance, 

and faces merge,

crimson flames of myriads of masks caressing my skin,

dragging me into the abyss, 

until you break my fall, eyes of deep forest pools taking me in.. 

I feel a soft brush of your fingertips as you miss. 

Living in a play-pretend world, 

Cardboard moon casting flickering shadows over an empty stage, 

I quietly sit in the audience,

Lost in the make-believe cage...

Love... a word that strikes a poignant note in your heart,

forces a sorrowful chuckle,

makes your chest quiver

and your soul ache,

as memories awake inside, a myriad of iridescent golden butterflies,

alight with what once was...

Love... what simply is a chemical reaction between ambiguous pheromones

is brought onto the pedestal and worshipped,

searched through the howling lonely nights by luminous shadows,

fireflies gleaming in the damp midnight air...

Love... an aching realization,

filled with fragments of devotion and suffocating tears,

of a life long attachment

to a stranger,

when you whisper a lingering goodnight,

as “love” crumbles to nothing but golden dust,

tenderly floating in the blues of moonlight.

Love... A chaotic cacophony of lust, regret, and gentleness,

accompanying a dreadful hollowness in your chest,

as you patiently,

almost nonchalantly,

await for the ever-coming end...

Thousands of pearls of dreams weaved through the obsidian cloak of abyss,

glistening with hope, intertwining, creating new destinies.

Every second a new dream would alight in the myriad of stars,

embroidering itself to create yet another pirouette of life,

iridescent with emerald and golden hues of the dreamers soul.

But it was a sanctuary of hope and defeat,

creation and destruction,

accompnied by an endless symphony

of life and death…

Every other day, a star would dim,

the shimmering light becoming hollow with sorrow, regret and bitterness,

carving away the dreams luminous nacre,

until crumbling to nothing but golden stardust,

nonchalantly floating through the endless universe,

faintly gleaming

with the promise of a new beginning…

​Love is a lullaby

with its soft whispers

and crescendos of feelings,

late-night murmurs,

and daylight laughter,

slowly floating through the dim labyrinths of peoples hearts,

iridescent with the hope

of a new beginning... ​