I like how this goes now
my body glued to the bed.
Mirror of my eyes starving for
reflection of your face.
What should I call it?
Or any other name?
Now, to me both sounds the very same.
What about our names?
Under the blue sky we were
Catherine and Heathcliff,
halves of each other's heart.
When it rained, Allie and Noah,
kissed panting for breaths.
In my balcony , Rose and Jack,
imitating to be on a ship with our
arms wide open.
I soak in silence, tears with mascara,
I breathe in the fragrance of your t-shirt
around my body.
I caress my teddy , a gift for my birthday.
My lips drier than the rose petals I kept
between the pages.
They want to take me to a doctor but I am
What will I say when he will learn there’s a
vaccum instead of my heart.
They say it’s time to move on but I
don't wanna listen.
My grief's on hibernation and I am
autophobic they mention.
I stare piecing into the night with
questions running into my mind.
I look for answers under the stars ,
Why did our 'always' fade away so fast?
Circles around my eyes appear darker
than the relationship we had.
Yes, call me stubborn
I still wait for his calls and messages.
But can anyone bring things back when
everything has turned to ashes?