BREATH OF MY BREATH...

Will you ever love me again?

Let me be the one you need, the one you can't be away from?

Will you ever bend down on your knees, to stand tall enough to carry my loads with me.

Will you hold me again, like you did the first time?

When every touch on my skin felt like a thousand fingers on my skin.

Will you sing my favourite song to put me to sleep, on days when the storm felt like a casket and I was the cold body inside?

Will you ever carry me, in your hands?

Though feeble, they have brought me rocks steadier than faith.

My strength, a look at your face,

My joy, the warmth of your touch.

My growth, the stride in your walk.

Will you love me like you did before?

Though it cut me like a knife, the warm blood was a valid shed.

The snow, it numbs my limbs, but the thoughts of you thaw the coldness in my heart.

I know nothing beyond this.

The craziness that is life with you makes my house an asylum I want to own,

Defend with my life,

Build with my bare hands.

Will you ever kiss me again?

Your tongue for mine.

Breath of my breath.

Though it gave me life,

Mine ended with its departure

Will I ever live again?

For the death of you,

Brought forth a woman I am yet to meet.

The self, not mine anymore.

LEGITIMATE LOVE AFFAIR...

You are a page I closed long ago,

A book I am yet to shelve,

Because I want nothing to do with anymore.

I would have disposed of you,

But shouldn't we be kind?

I choose to keep you off the stores, book sales or anyone's shelves,

My enemy's too.

Your words, nothing as interesting any more.

Your cover, 

Worked perfectly to hide secrets I thought were once intriguing.

Foolish I have been,

Confused,

Over interest, for poor judgement.

A good-read you were meant to be.

My very own Charles Dickens,

Oh, a series I thought would never end,

A sequel whose release I waited for with baited breath.

Before the wisdom in the books,

I had little knowledge,

None you can say.

But oh I am wiser now,

Well-read they say.

With all you taught me,

I can be a better author,

Have award-winning books,

For that, Sir,

I hand you the best title,

Crispy,

Legitimate love affair,

My sins wrapped in a box,

Signed, sent, delivered,

With a ribbon on it,

Your name all too bold.