persona

I’m walking on this street again.. Holding the hand of the person that I once knew.. I’m traveling this same old street again, that always wears a dark and grimy clothes. As the wind strike belligerently all over me I felt the piercing chill inside of me..and at that moment I WANTED YOU TO HOLD ME, FEEL ME, BREATH ME , BREAK ME.. but words within me remain unspoken and withrawn..

Suddenly your voice meddles to my thought “I’m hurting”. You whispered in a sullen tone. I stopped, turn around and look at you.. that was the time I saw you crying, aching, breaking. JUST THEN I WANTED TO WIPE YOUR TEARS, TOUCH YOU, LOCK YOU IN MY ARMS AND NEVER LET go BUT I CAN’T.. YOU KNOW I WONT.. So I remain distant and still, calm and cold,.

You smiled acrimoniously and said,“You made me believed that you love me.."And then there was silence.. BUT INSIDE I’M DYING..THE PAIN IS KILLING ME LIKE A KNIFE STABBING ME BONE-BY-BONE…AND I BLEED..

Sadness flare upon your face, your eyes set-off the last drop of your tears and slowly, gently you released my hand that hangs around your hand and touched my face maybe for the very last time..then walked away without looking back..

Now here I am alone, alone in this mournful street. but the thing is.. I HAVE LOVED YOU..ON MY OWN..but YOU DID’NT HEAR ME, YOU DID’NT SEE ME, YOU DID’NT REACH OUT, SUBMERGE WITHIN DEEP ENOUGH TO LOOK AT ME DIFFERENTLY FAR FROM OTHERS..

NOW TIME WASHED-OUT THE BURNING FIRE INTO COLD FREEZING JUNCTURE… I CREATED A WALL AROUND ME NOT TO FORBID ANYONE TO SEE MY INNERSELF BUT FOR ME TO FIND SOMEBODY WHO WILL LOVE ME ENOUGH TO BE A STEEL THAT CAN CRACK THE SHELL THAT WRAPPED AROUND ME..

I’m walking on this street again. And maybe in another time I will find myself walking on this street again. BUT I HOPE SOMEDAY THE PERSON WILL BE WALKING RIGHT NEXT TO ME IS THE MAN OF STEEL, WHO CAN SEE ME, HOLD ME,FEEL ME, BREATH ME.BREAK ME,..