MY LOVE, MY LOVE

My love, my love

I am in this horrid, black pit, trying to find my way out;

I am made to endure this blasphemous peril of unkempt tyranny that I long to stem out as much as I long to see the tapestry of your hair.

Love is a lie. Is love a lie?

Why did you want me trapped here in the first place, when all I ever wanted was for you to materialize above your troubles?

Whenever you walk past me, I feel this hypnotic force clutch my senses, the irrevocably sealed sense of the sorrow of my quest only dampened by the heavenly scent of your presence.

I have dropped all feverish enormities of vengeance, pillaged egotic pretexts out of my corroded soul, made myself desperately looping around your senses.

Won’t you at east savor, with glee, the burning smell of my sweat that has started off as rivulets, only to form a deluge under your feet?

I want you to know the truth: I love you, like you are the last girl on the planet.

But for being in this place of spontaneous cynicism, the irrevocably hardened fate has, for the pretexts of light, as much preposterous inclination towards the vile of negativity as for the plights of darkness.

With clandestine preparations, I seek to find a connectivity to your goodwill.

I am always marooned on this island, detached, surrounded by a sea of misery, hoping for the silhouette of a distant ship, whenever I have to count the days I have to see you again.

For you have made me feel in ways I never imagined I was even capable of.

I have plundered all plausible contingencies of human hope.

I have been to shores of unswept patience.

The seance doesn’t help.

The prayer hardly gives me the mystic portal to your presence.

Whenever you return my glance, my heart, for once, leaps out of the bounds it was made to settle in for all eternity.

And I crave, I crave for the slightest thing you could possibly do to make the chasm between us getting a mite contracted.

Yes, I will pave my sentient way through the heinous corners of tyranny in this brutish lands, before the plight could return quadrupled with an awkward jab.

For I even found it cute, albeit with embarrassment​, the way you shook your head no to me; I love you like how parched lands welcome a drop of water.

I dread not seeing you again more than being an outlander in this place for demonic percussions.

I feel like I am chasing the wrong end of a rainbow.

My heart is lacerated; I do not intone for you to stitch it.

Just come at me with the hardest of the expletives, and I will be able to sleep a night knowing you weren’t disgusted as much talking to me.

My love, my love
Pull me out.
I have been suffocating for a long time.
I have suffocated enough.

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