I have burnt you.
In wintry dawns
and smoked out cigarette butts.
I have held you,
like a new born child
in my arms,
I have touched you
like the sun
slowly gliding itself
onto the summer greens,
drenched in the monsoon love,
I have snuck my hand up your skirt,
I have
kissed you,
known the rhythm of your lips,
known you
like you were my own life,
you
and you
and you,
I am not scared to do it again,
not afraid to fall,
not afraid to rise,
or hold your hands
or look into your eyes
and even if it takes away my heart,
leaves me alone,
lost in the middle of the road,
with potholes and puddles
for company,
I would want it,
one more time,
and a hundred more times
because it is hard without you,
because this is the only thing
I thought I know well enough
not to make a mistake,
because this was
the only mistake
I wanted to commit to,
because I have done it
so many times,
that now
it's hard
not to.
Beautiful
Thank you so much.