H.Asteid

So please be patient with me. I'm still learning not to destroy the things I love.

And it really scared me.

My mind is either a gray cloud or a current of air violently whirling in a spiral.

Every night, my soul howls for the moon; my hands bleed words about tragedy and doom.

These dark brown orbs loathe mirrors but would always tear up at the sight of the sea, maple trees in autumn, of beautiful people.

And my heart only yearns for one thing. . .

To feel things in colour.

Oh you better watch us thrive

Yes, you did drown our dreams

But we can dive, we can swim

We'll dragged them back up on the surface

With our famous brand of determination and resilience

We'll pick up all the shattered pieces

You see , the harder the wind blows,

the tighter we hold on

The harder you try to pulverize our hopes,

the more you give us nothing but a choice to be strong

How many more steps to do I have to take to get to you?

You see, I'm running out of ink

And it's like my knees are about to give in

But I kept writing

I kept walking

Coz honey, you're inked in my mind like a tattoo

You're like the cups of coffee I consume

Cup after cup after cup

Still, I can't get enough

I can't stop!

I can swim, Believe me I can swim

But my heart seems to be so fascinated with your depths

That it doesn't mind getting drowned in it.

But you won't let me in.

You'd leave your door slightly ajar then you'd slam it on my face,

You'd pull me close then you'd pull away

You have me wrapped around your thumb

That when you ever you needed a hit, I'll be your drug.

It's insane! I mean...

I think it's the other way around

You.

You are my drug.

Your love's my addiction

But the way it's consuming me right now,

Tells me...

That you are both my sweet salvation and also, the road that would lead to my own destruction.

I felt him scoot closer to me.

"Scared of what?"

I hesitated for a moment.

" I... I'm scared of the thought that this might be the last time I'll be making coffee for my Dad, the last time I'll iron and fold his clothes. I'm scared of the thought of his heart breaking when I'm not here anymore.

I'm so scared that I feel like I won't be able to witness the sun shine again, that today might be my last day."

I said looking down at my shaking hands, suddenly ashamed of my revelation.

But his next words gave my heart a sense of something foreign...Hope.

" You're scared.

Isn't that enough reason to stay?"