I had a dream last night,
a darling in my sight.
She had decended into darkness from light,
judging from her scars I knew she had to fight.
I saw her and she came closer to hug me tight,
I tried not to but kissed her with all my might.
After the kiss she just vanished,
I looked around until I got tarnished.
It happened too soon and I lost my chance,
wanted to hold her close but life had its plans.
As I had my reasons, I knew she had hers too.
Who was this mysterious angel? I had no clue.
I thought she left me alone without a trace,
but I was wrong because I had seen her face.
I woke up to a song of love,
saw dark clouds looming up above.
Thirsting for love, hating what I did in my past,
how I could never make a relationship last.
I am broken, jealous, empty and insecure,
I am not capable of love, of that I'm sure.
With so much negativity filled in me,
I wonder how to heal this injury.
I go back in time to think,
about how i ended up at the brink.
How i thought
I gave everything I got.
I was wrong,
singing the same old song.
Life brought me back to the same place,
the orbit where stardust floats in space.
While the world spun at a faster pace,
I kept searching for her face.
It was a face of a friend I had known all along,
I wished my feelings for her weren't this strong.
Can't force myself to move on,
can't do anything to hold on.
What a weird situation I got stuck in?
How can I love another when my heart is bleeding?
Time to heal from my past is what I need.
So that over her i don't bleed.
It would be selfish of me to ask her to wait.
I know everything but it's a little too late.
Life is too short for second chances,
yet I have had so many romances,
filled with gratitude and regrets,
safely giving myself threats.
As I am nearing the end of my days,
I wish to mend my ways.
Till my last breath I will do what needs to be done.
I am only wishing to be the good that happened to everyone.
As for the girl from my dream, who is also my friend,
is closer than she seems and I will love her till the end.
She and I, both know that nothing lasts, be it love or pain.
I blame my heart, she blames the rain.
Now the only question that remains,
is if I will write a poem about love ever again?
