If Things Were Different...

Dear You,

The trace of your fingers still lingers

The warmth of your lips still burns

The beat of my heart still unsteady

The name you whisper still not mine

Then why? Why did you kiss me so?

Then why? Why do I cherish it so?

Dear You,

Why do you invade my dreams in such a manner?

Holding me tight into your arms, wrapping me up in your warmth,

Weaving these threads of solace and comfort, tethering me with joy and love,

Making a promise you can not keep, for I may never be the person you truly seek.

Dear You,

I’ve tried my best to stay away. I’ve tried to be just a friend, because that’s all you want me to be. But everytime I see you, my feet teeter on the edge of this line. Hold my hand and stop me. Stop me from crossing over to the side of love.

Dear You,

Smiling has become a chore. It’s something I have to do so they can’t see how I truly feel. How lonely I’ve become without you.

Dear You,

You always tell “Walk ahead. Don’t worry, I’ll come find you.” Yet every time I find myself standing alone. Standing alone, waiting. Waiting for you to come find me. You never come.

“I promise. I will take revenge for all the suffering.”

Hakan: Muhafiz (The Protector)