Another poem about you

Have you ever truly looked at me, and mused at the life that was ours to be?

Or, forever frozen into that world of yours, where your beautiful soul has been choking, there was no doors. No gap for the story I was writing.

Maybe it’s arrogance to think, that I would have made the difference. Wondering I am, if my offering was ever enough.

Yet, combed in the silence between us, as I was trying to look behind the wall, I did question whether that’d be all.

Plenty it was, as soon as you realized. Offering just enough for me to remain, helpless. Were you that dishonest?

Fabricated, that’s how your words landed on my heart. Like that one song you had to learn rigorously. Even you didn’t trust it’s part. Deep into your bubble, the melody has become your only reality.

Deceived, I wanted us to strive. By loyalty, after all the tears. We owed it to thrive!

I forced a vision in your universe, that imperiously aspired at changing your verse.

To find myself in front of the same unbreachable wall yet again. With no more energy left to nurture a dream that was only mine to tend.

Starved, the only option was to beg. For an ounce of affection. Wrapping my arms around your neck with all the love I could pledge. Praying my lullaby blended with seduction, would open up some space.

Turning around was my only option. And, here I am, mourning for your soft embrace.