My eye gleams your face, like a glistering star,
I stumble to peak you on my peripheral vision.
My paper-thin skin glides when I touch you,
And my glass-made bones shiver to converse with you.
I yearn to read words from your lips, but all you utter
Are words that cease and crush my imploding heart.

I hold dear the memory where you pulled my hair,
I feared world, would banish you away from me,
Not for the blood that flows from my head!
But for the pain which matters less than you,
No, I can't sleep, pondering about you all night,
I can, only if I succumb to a heart ache for you.

I collapse to the ground with internal bleeding,
Wondering why I didn’t see the sky all my life.
The blue shade chills my warm, painful eyes,
And the peace feels like I'm already departed.
So tragic, why was I born in this beautiful world?
Where couldn’t I live and relish it with you?

Time is a winding clock of fire in circles,
Burning past on a timeline, with us as its fuel.
Yours pleasing yet painful memories, like burnt ashes,
sift through me, where I claim your sins as mine.
Time is white like the sun, providing light as hope,
But you stand in the middle, casting a shadow of hate.

I still love you as much as you hate me,
My wounds illuminate when I see them like,
Crepuscular rays and northern night lights.
Whenever you hurt me, the pain resembles like,
A moonbow and sun pillars across the woods,
if not in reality, make me visit them in heaven.

Death is neither foe nor friend but a distant relative,
He visits my life occasionally to check me on.
I respect him with all the love I can give and take,
As he is my sole passage to another life. The kindest one,
I've ever seen, a true wide evil smile just like yours.
Trespasser of joy, I welcome you with my broken hands.

In dying, I witness your muffled joyful cries,
And your confident missteps.
And Your unattended mistakes,
and your sins of procrastination.
In a world of bad,
How could this not be good if it's you with me?
Will I ever reunite with you in another life?