And I vie to smile when there’s happiness all around. I look at the beauty that has shadowed upon all the souls. I see the love that is there in every heart. I feel the wind touching my half dead body. I know the truth that is severely damaging. But, still, I feel incomplete. I feel like a half. That is waiting to become whole but knows from the inside that it will die as a half.
The bruises. Oh! The bruises. With every glance of yours. Every word you say. You cut me deep in the heart. It bleeds profusely. I can’t help but let it bleed. You have the power to make me bleed. And yes I’ve been waiting for the day, not when we are together, but when the bruises turn into fatality and I die with you in my heart, knowing that these bruises were your gift to me.
I’ll die, complete with your love or your indifference or your strangeness. But I’ll die with you in my heart. I’ll be finally, complete.