Sunday, March 5, 2017 | By: The Write Thing.

Martyr of love - etched

Reason stroking every moment of appreciation, tying threads into knots of disbelief. Here, I stand, arms wide open, stains of love etched, defeated. That touch of thunder, shriveled body, clumsy pain and silent scare of summer love.

Go, but take care, amuse yourself in cuddles and let the blisters of heart ache heal. Descend if you must, its okay. We shall love each other in distance. Break while apart. Ripped, with grace.

The last night together, I can expose myself to you for unmeasurable time. You believed, that felt absolute. Hold me tight but let go. Let the ego not suffer. I'll come one day, at your wedding, sing in merry, celebrate. Martyr of love, discoverer of delinquency.

Today we are us, tomorrow, you and I. Let it all out during the transitional melancholy. One day, we shall meet, again. Moonlight bright, again.

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