Monday, November 19

Open...

I saw you, you saw me.
You reached out, you touched my heart.
We grew, we worked on us.
We held so dear our shared galatea.
You said 'you understood me'.
It frightened me, I became panicky.
Forced to recede into my shell.
I hit you with guised anger, biffs of hatred.
Etwined souls disordered, threatened by fabricated acts.
Flicking light of intimacy quenched.
YOU should have listened to my plea for a truce.
The sonority of my bruised spirit,
Unable to stop what it regretfully started.
Then i Lost you...
My twisted sense of self-perservation.
I Lost you...
A part of myself, larger than is worldly possible.
You don't understand me, never will.
If time will go back, will find you a person of no consequence.