She opened her heart to you
like a butterfly opens its wings

Gently and with caution
But also full of excitement and hope

You showed her the beauty and strength
she had within

So she put her heart in the palm of your hands
for what she hoped, would be the last time.

between you and me,
i'm still rooting for us.

maybe not in this lifetime,
but in the end.

The answer lies not
in the sunshine hours of daylight
its true dwelling is in the silent sacredness
of the heart's deepest night

late nights. sharing stories.
until day broke, keeping each other's secrets
dear, until I slowly drifted into a land
of unknown, far away for only days
yet our late nights, storytimes,
bonding over love lost and lost love
was so easily broken and you,
you said that I was only a villain.

The emptiness in my eyes,
The truth behind my lies,
The fall before my rise,
And the goodbyes;

It scares me.

The dark beneath my skin,
The light within my sins,
The voice that loudly sings,
And my broken wings;

It scares me.

The wounds I can't heal,
The pain I can't feel,
The loss I can't deal,
And when I am real;

It scares me.

The silence in my little talks,
The stillness in my moonlit walks,
The thought of separate ways,
And my numbered days;

It scares me.

The demons under my bed,
The words spinning in my head,
The blood in my sweat,
And my cold breath;

It scares me.

-Paras Bajaj #PoetrybyParas
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