You

The moonlight follows your steps, as you walk slowly keeping your head down. The pianos play moonlight sonata for you. How hard it is to please you? They frown with disappointment. Though your skin lights up in every shade of happiness when you look at me smiling. 

Within the cold breezes, when the clouds melt over the skies. He walks barefoot for you, a thousand miles. He walks towards you, with beautiful snakes. They roam over his skin biting his flesh. In love with the poison, he sips every cup of disaster. She looks at him as if he is painted in every color of emotions; within those beautiful lines poets wrote, defining him. The divine, the kind, the sweetness of his mind; his heart you hold looking for sanity. 

You tried to pull his heart out of his body. To stop the shivers, to tell him you were sorry. He cries every night in the merry-go-round where you play a lullaby for him. He sips on poison as you start crying. O the love, is there anyone above. He is empty, please stuff some life within him. She dances with her words, as he fights for his life. Misery fell in love with the pain, he became divine. He wrote himself in the divinity of affection showered by his lover. 

Was it a sin to fall for someone? How could she break you, while the other tried to love? When one taught you death the other showed you the beauty. When one told, you were beautiful, the other called you ugly. When one held your pieces as the other threw them in the fire. When one ignited you, the other held you within flowers. When one tried to change you to be like a spotless moon. The other accepted every flaw over your skin. 

She healed me from every poison. She became a part of me. Maybe I became her. The similarities of our thoughts were written by me. I exclaimed every time, darkness was my truth. She smiled and said, "Then you are my most beautiful reality." God sculpted me within sufferings as she tried to grow flowers. When she saw hope within my corpse. When she showed me I was worth a zillion smiles. When she became the definition of love, holding me with her invisible wings of care. Her hands show affection. When she smiled at my wounds and said, "They will be fine,” the wounds were no more painful. I was a poet writing darkness, she made me speechless. I had nothing to say and she became my God that day. 

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