Such is the Breath of Kings

They played and played, All day their wicked games. One ended up falling, And the other ended up leaving.  Truly was a wicked game; Not knowing if the other felt the same.

Alone? I think to myself how funny When I was younger I didn’t understand the difference Between being alone and lonely Now as I’m older I see it all now with perfect clarity I could be sitting with strangers in a coffee shop Or with friends in a bar And I would still feel the same That warm, comfortable feeling Over the years it has started to fade Who took it? Was it me? Am I the reason that I feel so lonely?

My thoughts are overwhelmingly loud, The silence even more so. I’m trying to get out of my head, But the demons won’t let me go.

I would like to think I’m made of stronger stuff, but the scars on my body tell otherwise. I would like to come out and say I’m okay, but the heaviness of my tongue gives a different meaning. I would like to assume I can get over the pain, but the grief stabbing at my chest scream a different beat. I would like to be able to sew my heart back together, but the blunt needles of my feelings play a different rhythm.

I think my flaw lies in expecting from people but every corner I turn now I see disappointment. I’m tired and exhausted. Drained to my very merrow, and this fatigue I feel I’m tired of that. br/> I built a cage around my mind, when all along I should be doing that for my stubborn heart. For it is so reckless, at every opportunity it gets its hopes up. And now it’s bleeding; from all the pain and grief, the failures and lies. When will it stop?

Is it wrong To feel lost When you have everything To feel untethered And empty Devoid of any feeling Except the dull echo Of what was once A rhythmic beat In your chest To be unsure of what you want Because all your desires And passion Have run dry Is it wrong

Your eyes illuminate like the stars above, Your flawless smile outshines galaxies. If you could see me now, my love, O’ I wonder what you would think of me.

Drink, drink, drink the pain away One glance at the mirror And you know you’re wasting away. Wait, wait, wait the days One glance at yourself And you know it’s too late.

Always fear a desperate man. For he shall do anything to get back those he lost. He’ll walk through fire, he’ll cleave mountains apart, he’ll break rocks, he’ll go to the ends of the earth. He’ll never stop and he won’t think twice of those that stand in between.

He had the grace of an angel An avenging vessel of death His eyes were the colour Of burning cities And his beauty It was like every line Disaster was written into it Dark, dangerous and sharp

Welcome to our crooked fairy tale; where happy ever afters are broken, where fairy godmothers grant twisted wishes, where Prince Charming, thrives on chaos and bloodshed and where the damsel in distress is the commander of death.

Oh, darling, I know you’ll fight for me, die for me even. But, love, have you considered living for me?

Step by step, we played our silly games. Children building castles in clouds with such unparalleled innocence. Little did we know, that every pace we took, I had stolen your heart but mine was a gift to you.

I don’t want a ‘perhaps’ to haunt us till the end of days. I don’t want ‘if onlys’ to be taken to the grave. I want us the here and now, amidst the chaos because despite it I find my salvation in you.

Sure, there will always be bloodshed and pain, darkness and misery but with you, it might just be right. Not your typical fairy tale with happy ever afters but a tale all the same. With you by my side, I do see the light. I do find it in myself to move forward, to live in the now. To live for you.

Is the universe so cruel? Aren’t we allowed to celebrate without having to worry that there might be tears later? Is fate so twisted? That it should take away everything we hold dear at the wrong moments. The happy ones are always the victims to destiny’s misfortunes.

We all have a choice. An option, right there, staring us in the face. Don’t believe it when people say they didn’t have one. The universe isn’t so cruel. We face hard decisions but without knowing it we pick the ones that serve us best, the selfish ones. Only natural as it is human nature. God forbid it’s easy to choose but that does not mean we don’t listen to the tug of our heart strings.