Poetry of You

But your presence 

Makes me question my past.

Of chances I did not take,

Of risks I did not dare.

And now, 

All I can do is indulge,

In the poetry 

Of you.

Cause even if chances 

Come my way again,

It is not right to take it.

And even if I dare,

The risk is no longer 

As nice as it was once.

And all I can do now,

Is indulge,

In the poetry 

Of you.

 Oh! But the world won't stop...
Even if we pause.

But what if I crossed 

Your mind?

Would you pause 

And linger in my memory?

And if I am your beautiful ghost,

Will you let me haunt you...

Forever?

 But what if 

Heartbreaks are meant 

For love to seeped through?

Would you go through the process, 

The brokenness and hurt,

Just to be filled in?

 I was never certain,

No! I was never sure.

Yet, I burned the ships anyway,

Even the bridges, I set into fire.

But not out of recklessness,

Not because I was not scared.

I was trembling, yes...

But my heart knows, for once,

I meant every flame.

For Slow Afternoons

 Before the grinding starts...

 But with you, even the chaos 

Becomes a beautiful catastrophe.

And the quiet moments, 

Beautiful connections.

 But if you love autumn,

Then you should know

How beautiful it is...

To fall.

Somewhere Between Love and Guilt

Somewhere between love and guilt,

I crawled back to you...

Though every part of me resisted,

My heart forgot which way to go through.

And in the grayest shade of all,

I am stuck imagining if I could be the one too.

Somewhere between love and guilt,

There you are standing on either side,

Your face is the ghost I cannot bury,

Your presence is where my shadows hide.

I search for somewhere safe to go,

But everywhere I turn, it is you, I find.

Somewhere between love and guilt,

I remain a phantom in a borrowed dream lake.

Loving you in a whisper,

Is the most quiet kind of heartbreak.

Where the spaces in between the heart's desires and what the soul knows, 

You are both the poison and cure in this burning ache.