As you lay by her side,
listening to the rhythm of a peaceful snore,
You know.
That she is rested,
in her world of rainbows & butterflies.

And you,
You lay awake staring into the silence of the night,
listening to everything around you.
You feel, you sense, you almost taste,
the sweet vileness of a barren land.

What do you seek?
What do you want?
Where do you go?

To spread your wings and soar into the darken skies?
Or to stroll by the beach, to watch the sunset?

You are perfection.

I am your vice, your demise, your shadow.
For my imperfection warps my vision,
and evokes your uncertainties.

You don't know.
It's not your fault.

You chose to love me.
But i didn't choose to love me.
It seems like all i want to be is an entity of emptiness,
a slave to time,
and eventually, just an expression of freedom,
balls and chains personified.

I am not free.
With or without you.
I haven't freed myself.

If loving me comes so easy for you,
then tell me why loving you doesn't feel like how it should?

Simple.

I complicate things.
I want you yet i often push you away.

I am perhaps nothing but a passerby who stumbled into your backyard,
just because you had a cute little garden.
Maybe i willl grow tired.
Maybe i won't stay.
Maybe,
Just maybe.

Till then, i will continue to walk with you,
in hopes that i will be by your side.
Don't let there come a day where i will fall too far behind,
and if you don't realise,
you may one day turn around to find that,
i am no longer,

There.

she spoke at
9:22 AM