To unhide

I write to unhide. To strip naked. To let you in and display my imperfections in its grandiose entirety. Do you see these demons? This scar here, that wound there? Do you see all the unsent love letters because I was scared of letting my guard down, of being left broken when it ended? All the times I said I was fine and we both knew I was for fucks sake not fine, but oh well. I unhide from all the defense mechanisms, from all the jokes meant to fill the silences, to distract from the reality. I strip naked in front of you, without a blink of an eye, unapologetic, unashamed. I will not hide the wounds that I'm nurturing like a pet refusing to let 'em heal. Romanticisng pain and drawing a false strength from this stupidity. See. Behold. I'm as human as you are, made of mistakes and flaws and bodily imperfections and I finally think, this is exactly what makes me and you, beautiful, dont you think? I refuse to hide anymore behind modulated tones, intelligent gestures, grandiloquent sentences, smart ass comments, pretense, feigning strength and laboured small talks. I dont have the heart or energy to pull it off any second more. Take me as I am, if you will for I refuse to hide.

Ask a lover what's in a name

I say your name and my entire body starts functioning differently. Breaths too many too fast. Lips parched. Heart beats stop and come back a million times. The color of the sky changes. The sun tears the night sky apart and is forced to rise. Oh, you are oceanic waves' colossal energy slapping me every minute of every hour for perpetuity. Yet I stay. Afixed on the shore. Ready to be destroyed. Things we do for love. Sometimes, I want to leave. I do. Run away from you as far as I can get with whats left of this frail fragile set of skin and bones, but can't. My skin leaves my bones, but refuse to leave your side. You are entwined in my veins. Present in every fragment of my bones. Where do I run away from myself? I guess, this is what love is after all. You build a pyre and I get ready to burn in it.