Mirror of death

 I wonder if I could make you happy with the nostalgia that I carry within. They become scars of past, and I wonder if it makes you feel my love. All I had was your stories and my poems. I became what the society hated, not a devil, not a monster, but a poet. 

Your love was all I could write about. I splashed into hues of colors, and all of my doubts became bridges. I walked upon them, as if I were walking upon time. I held onto them, as if I were holding onto you. I made the years, all yours. 

If time is our only limit, and death is our only nemesis, I would cheat upon them, and I would fight them, for as long as I can. Because if it's all restraints and constraints, you are my strength. I take all my steps, hoping you are waiting for me. 

And if I turn old and gray, and if you turn into dust, and if all of the world becomes a dystopia; I will look for loopholes, again and again, so I have a little over eternity to love you again.

All my heart is made of broken glass; all of your heart is made of sunshine. I am misery, you are my melancholia; a constant companion, a constant lover. And for you, my dear, I never realise, what to be alone actually means.

My lover, and I are escapists of death; but my soulmate and I are the mirrors of death; long lost lovers of death; and long forgotten lore of death.

Lover

 

My beloved  and I, we met by the bridge where all the lovers go to die so they can be together forever. 

Only him and I.

Only her and I. 

We survived that catastrophe. My beloved's heart was navy blue, mine was black.  And my beloved didn't push a silver dagger through it to make it look fancy. Instead I was covered in the sparkles of glitters and hopes. 

My beloved and I,  we both ran away from the bridge because we knew forever was the greatest mishap to ever happen to us. So for the time being,  we wanted to be left alone in the quantum realm,  to appreciate the fact that we existed in the same spatial arrangement, despite there being millions chances of being strangers with no commons between us. 

My beloved was afraid of dying. And so was I. 

But more than afraid, I was ecstatic. Maybe I was turning into a mad man,  one who knows no boundaries. 

All my life I spent my time with the thunderstorms and the nimbus,  that never seemed to be tired me.  Always pushing me into a deeper sea to explore. 

But was this feeling enough?

I felt forgotten,  yet again I felt relieved. For my beloved and I,  in this universe we were fated to be.  With this infinite time and spatial corrugation.