From his;

u thought i couldn't tell

A year is all it takes for me to feel the

Tediousness

The boredom

of being with the manifestation of insecurity

herself,

a girl I had wrapped around my finger

It was the feeling of constantly being needed,

Yearned for

kept so high above as if the word she lived in

was in my heart;

that kept me beside her.

Maybe I should have trudged longer

because now

I feel empty

her smile was blinding,

more than bright.

her laugh was shrill,

more than melodious.

her eyes were dull,

more than ethereal

her voice pronouncing my name was

Mellifluous-

if I drown it with the lasting memory of my

sweet Flower,

whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

so fair and bright she manages to outshine the

garish light emitted beside me.

I liked her attention,

The way she writes pages spilling her deepest

Emotions to me,

And the way her eyes glimmer as she talks

about how the novel she read seemed like

it was written for

Us

But I’ll be damned to say that

I liked her the most

without her clothes on.

And even then she seemed lacking,

too sheepish,

less daring,

but nonetheless, closest to my twisted

fantasies.

Her voice doesn’t seem so strident when she’s

whimpering.

Her eyes doesn’t seem so lifeless

when it’s closed

from the rapture my fingers are

gifting her.

Her lips looks less uninviting

when they’re rubbing their velvet against mine.

She stands up above when she’s peppering

me,

with her devotion,

her obsession to my pleasant lies.

She sees me with her eyes wide open

and she feels me when it’s closed.

But one morning, came the overwhelming urge

to jump down from the sky

free-falling backwards,

hitting the uninviting ground

and wandering about wing-lessly

My attention always towards the sky

Where I came from when she was still by my

side

Then I realized,

I threw away the only star that shone for me

for a Flower that blossoms for everyone else.

And they ask me what I need now

when I’m itching from the loneliness

and the constant longing to be kept

on a pedestal

What do you wish for? They ponder

I say,

I wish for a star that shines only for me.