Tear me down

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


Embers are fading away gradually and slowly as fumes dancing all the way through the lips of my coffee cup, touching my nose and mixing with the worldly airs. Well, let them be how they want to be; detached and unapproachable, distant and unreachable. Out of vicinity. When I say embers, I mean the proximal feel; a vibe of a blend; the compatible warmth and gentleness in the airs that when the winds blow, they don’t caress the cheeks but pass like a nonchalant wave, heedless to my skin’s craving for a velvety touch. When I say fading, I mean a diminishing love; oh wait! Sorry; but how could a love fade? Damn that beautiful tongue that talks to you for a whole day and night and even when you’re asleep or awake, in the brightness of the dawn and dullness of the dusk! How could a love even murk! Scold my heart for I have done this disrespect to the very genteel emotion time and again. Devastate my state of being for this heartless act I’ve been doing for so long.

More to my words, blow out all the candles of togetherness for the flames are burning my eyes. The eyes, that are enervated of scoring your presence in the realms of my heart. Well, you remember I talked about the embers fuming? Those were meant to fume for they were the dying embers I introduced years ago in my poetries, in case if you don’t know. So I’m wondering if the embers had always been supposed to die at my ends! I’m wondering what if they had lived their lives for some forever of the time! I’m wondering if those were always meant to die and faint. Or maybe I’m wondering so much! I’m always told I overthink. Maybe that I’m doing right now. But let it just be that. Embers, you shouldn’t even be born and come to my life even.  You should stay away from me. You’re suffocating me! If you can’t then just come and take me with yourself too. We, both will fade together. But don’t kill me slowly. Be a sympathetic now for I worn out! 

 


Submitted: March 10, 2021

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