First there were Questions, then there was You

QUESTIONS:

If love turned one blind to true colours,
Would that imply grey areas in our reality?

If we were two halves that were meant to complete each other,
Then were you half-heartedly in love with just a part of me?

Would I have treated you like my brother,
If we were in love without superficial infatuation and lust?

If you gave me your everything as my lover,
When I lose myself, hence all that you gave, who do I trust?



YOU:

You made me see that there's more to life than black & white,
And loved me even when I was off-coloured.

You had the power to love me whole and mend me upright,
Simply because you were complete and assured.

I would never let you go without a fight.
You were a stranger I fell in wildly in love with.

You will always be my guiding star, my light,
By my side, a worthy reality, not a hero's myth.


I LOVE YOU!

And

And I will carry this scar that traits me.
The invisible bruises that wound unconsciously,
The gentle afflictions, the beautiful transference-
Her bleeding heart, open slit; and his sullen violence.

And I will carry this hunger that nourishes me.
The ravenousness that fed their lives cruelly.
The very hunger that consumes, only to kill.
The ache that throbs the heart to a standstill.

And I will carry this burden that oblivions me.
The weight that staggers the urge to burst free,
The sly blind that so kindly twists perceptions,
Leaving me protected behind my screen of deception.


And yes, I will carry these with the same passion,
The same zeal, the same obsession.
I will not complain. I will not retaliate.


Simply because I refuse to relate.