The wound you gave me,
is the only thing that’s left about you.
Each time it hurts I realise,
you are still alive inside me.
Killing you would’ve been the easier way;
But I choose not to;
Not because I love the pain;
But that I know it will redefine my being.
What’d you do without me anyway?
You’re nothing but my broken chains.
What’d I do without you anyway?
You’re everything that made me grow my wings.
What’d we do without us anyway?
We cease to exist, if not, in our dreams.
My dearest…
Did you forget what I told you once?
That I’d rather be a heart broken
Than the heart breaker
For my heart is destined to be slivered;
Shredded to pieces that cut me deep and scar
My dearest…
Did you forget what I told you not then?
That those splits will rebound my light into millions
And you’ll be blinded, once I open my eyes and rise.
