But do I?

Do I make you feel like a better person?
Do I inspire you to be your true self?
Do I make you happy?
Then here, take a little of my soul.
Carry it the darkest parts of your life.
I have too many within me,
and I can't seem to leave any behind.

Are you listening?

I love movies about love, but till this moment I only saw the beautiful parts, the parts where they meet, laugh together, talk about the dull parts of their past and feel stupid about it later and kiss under willow trees; parts that give you hope, that let you live for those moments; to wait for the perfect kind of love. 

But now, I see the tragedy about it; the loss and the heart ache. The parts where reality walks in and tells you "this is it. this is how its going be most of the times. this is where the sun will shine the least." And it makes you wonder if someone would fight for that kind of love , if someone would look at you like you were their eternity, if someone would break your heart to the point where doubt creeps in, and yet run back to you because that's the kind of love that could carry all the burden of this painful world and still thrive. 
A love that will survive reality.

That's the kind of love worth having. That's the kind of love they or you would fight for.

Walking past.

'Soul'-prints

I am reaching the place where you were. But I am always one step behind from the places you imprint, and leave a little of your soul behind.The mirage of hope you create, vanishes as I come closer. I always arrive late to the story that could have been, and for a while my experiences will always live in the shadow of yours.

Melting away.

To come to think of it, 

I loved you too quickly and too passionately.

It filled up my entire being, 

wasting me away from the inside,

like how a burning flame devours the wax,

 leaving nothing but a wisp of smoke 

and you leaving nothing......

but a soul of what was.

Reality

To Time,

Her Eyes.

Her eyes were storm,
and when her lips parted, the waves rushed to meet the shore,
as if trying to hold on to the very ground for their dear life.

Her hair were like leaves of a willow, sweeping the air for drops of dew that shone like stars.

Her smile called out to the butterflies in my stomach and took me a hundred feet off the ground.

But her eyes.....her eyes were storm like a million glow worms caught in the last light of dawn.

Who did I think I was?

And maybe I took advantage of your arrogance. Gave you a little less attention to make you see that the love given had been severed in half. To make you realise that the half love received would be a dagger to your ego.
Maybe, I played a little with your overbearance. Maybe, I inadvertently used your pride, just to see if the ball would ever be in my court. Maybe I thought I mattered, my part mattered, or my love mattered.
But in the end it never really made a void or caused a dent. I was a fool, and the joke was on me.
Who did I think I was?

To be loved.

No, I don't want to be taken care of, or looked after.

I don’t want to listen to kind words or flattery, neither am I looking for a shoulder to cry on.

I want no flowers or jewellery.

And no false reassurances. 

All I want is to be loved.

I want to be loved passionately, deeply, wildly, unconditionally, madly and everything in between.

A love with deep devotion and a mild obsession, 

Like a maddening rush that fills me up and blurs everything and everyone around me.

A love that is tangible and infinite with no start and no end. 

Or maybe I just want to be secretly admired and thought about, 

or pulled close roughly, but kissed tenderly as those hands trace the small of my back.

I want to be more like a habit or a muse, 

 or an absent companion on a trip, or while watching a romantic ruse. 

I want to be the last person you want to see before the lights go out, 

And the first person you touch as the sun comes up. 

 I just want to be one with you, 

Two beings with a single heartbeat.

Because right now, in this dark, chaotic life of mine, I could use some love.