You wanted me to be a faded ink stain in those worn out pages of ruffled memory,
I was not born to be a blot, I was born to weave magic.
You chose to cross a desert thinking we wouldn't cross paths
But look, I can still blow through your skin in a heartbeat.
Time, you thought would wipe my memory
But your heart knows not what it is like to forget,
I am a blister to your wound,
A lingering smell clinging by your skin.
I feed on your soul, I tread on your dreams.
I can cross mountains, swim through oceans
And yet not be seen!
Moonlight streams through my hair, the ocean feels my heartbeats
I walk through sand ribs, soft,yet enough to disrupt your existence.
The empty shells by the rocks would hum you my story
Come someday leaving the world behind, would you?
"My love is enough for both of us", she often felt those words ring in her heart. She finally had understood that life wouldn't always follow her designs. That people are meant to leave but their memories won't. She often had wondered how someone could love her to such an extent when that person had always known that she wouldn't reciprocate those feelings. How could a person stand by her when she always acted as a fleeting shadow. She never had given hope for she knew the pain of dejection but he kept hoping like a hopeless vagabond. How she wished that he would some day hate her enough to let go. She devised ways to free him from this web, she acted cold, turned indifferent, did everything he detested and she finally saw some changes. It was a relief, he finally seemed to take hold of his life. She could see him grow responsible. He finally it seemed was learning to love himself. Phone calls died, meetings subsided, they become known strangers. All this while ...
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