What can I say to a heart that your absence corrodes, to question the core of my existence to make me gasp for breath, knowing I have to live in your choice, to exist so, without questioning 'why'...
As if to sustain myself in this profound pain that I cast on myself, maybe fate, the same pulled us apart though my fate is your slave, I hide in its shadow in shame of being vulnerable to you, to look twice at my reflection to realize it's mine, to curb the desire to stop breathing...
I call out your name, a name that gives me wings to ascend into the brilliant blue, amongst the morning sun lit clouds where I write your name, with a feather of my dream, my pen, the cloud, my canvas...
I falter from reality to love you, I accept your gift of hatred for it comes from your heart, a place beyond reach or rights where even my God asks to enter, where I stand behind him far away a mere mortal entombed by my own love for you...
