Those heavenly gazes that you showered over me that day felt like it must have torn me up completely leaving me ramshackle yet I didn't want a riddance from your arduous love that kind of chased me everywhere I visited. The places seemed to be fabricated and queer for me but yes there also lies a truth that you bring me a kaleidoscopic vision of bliss. You frame me into something that freezes right there and there I stand by, watching you pity me for the emotions I feel for you, yet you don't care. You walk past me with that slightest smile that greatly resembles that star resting over our heads, shining with all its elegance and grace.
I was a nomad in search for an oasis of love that could supply me enough of what I lacked in, you came as a perfect solution but yet you weren't mine even in my incongruous dreams. I wanted you near me, for us to talk about moments we spent together but you were somewhere engrossed into someone who was like a mere blindfold to your eyes. I know hoping for the moon to be mine is hopeless, but you did hear me that night when the moon was getting ready to dip itself in the cold embrace of the sea.
My eyes spoke louder that day, while lips were just mere spectators to some mute emotions which I failed to name.
I regret it, regret that when you were near my lips sealed tight but when I think of those amaranthine aureate shaded memories, I feel surreal that at least my pen did something which I couldn't. I named those burnt poetries in your name yet I knew that those were something vague. You were never mine in any direction I think of, you were a distant star and I was a beggar pleading for some help.
"I can never be yours"
Those were her words. I knew them before she thought to utter them. I decided to let my emotions get buried this time, yet she found them before I could disguise them. Such was my unfortunate tale.
Now that time passed by those aureate shaded memories seem to drown somewhere amidst the cerulean strong waves of that wide sea. It dissolved every shade of her remnants just to make me able to walk again in a road that never leads to her. I am happy this time as the psithurism of those dead souls beneath my feet makes my ambiance a bit noisy, at least I could no longer hear her voice buzzing in my ears like they won't ever leave me. I am happy to hum that canorous tune which makes me believe that there is surely someone else who is waiting.
However those memories are still to be packed with care, I don't want them to have the slightest tear or scratch. Why?
Because they own me. They make the new me. They made the one I am today who knows how to love but not to fall into some challenge of making their prey. I owe those memories which forever will be cherished.
-A one-sided lover's tale