Because nobody reads my blog anyway

 You are always in my sweetest dreams

A forbidden fruit that's so out of my reach

a longing for something I can never truly have

A belonging, finally your arms feel like home.

You are like the toughest task of the day

The one that's met with espresso shots

The one I could still do better

That feeling of being alive

It's just so intense because it's about you

You are not even on my daily call log

I am not even a part of your schedule anymore 

Still on days like every single day

And moments like every other moment

You linger in my mind

Like the sweet smell of jasmines

Do your sheets still smell like me 

I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't

For it's been long and oh so long

That I have laid my head on your chest

And my dreams onto your close lids

But still

Unintentionally but so beautifully so 

Does it happen with you that sometimes you turn 

Over to the colder side

And your hands reach out

Only to dead space 

But in your mind

Do you wish

Sometimes

You were just touching me instead.

You are still

Everything that I write

All that I think

Is thing that you would like

But choice that I made

On your behalf

I now talk

About you in my dreams

For nobody else should know

Something so beautiful

Can even exist

You see the problem with the world

Is that everything beautiful is tainted just as fast as its loved

A flower would be plucked

A majestic fire eventually die

Love fades

Hatred takes a back stand

And so I have come to the belief

this must not be from this world if it is so perfect 

Things like these and people like us

Fall in love only

To love in silence

Unspoken words

Commitments that never were actually made

But you see 

You see something beautiful and you think of me

Of what I would feel about it

Of how merry it would make me 

And I see you

And I can only think of you

The death of each stress line on your forehead

The trail of your receding hairline

The crease of your shirt

The pieces of an old tragedy

Embedded deep within your skin

Waiting

For only the softest and the most tender hands to touch them

I cannot promise you

That I am the one to heal you

But I can tell you for sure

You have fixed everything

That I thought was broken inside me