Just Another Familiar Face

Same eyes. Same scent. Same words. Yet different.

A mere stranger

a stranger with a familiar existence.

I held you with my night-tired eyes,

but no spark rose from them

at the sight of yours.

I sighed, searching for a feature

worth capturing in words,

yet you were faceless

just another human face.

My pupils descended to the ground

they had long feared to face,

running from those stares

that once were my stars

but failed me now.

I shed tears that shook my dreams,

left them lying armless

in your arms

and now they are broken tales

hidden between my pearls.

I raised my two eyes

to meet yours

the eyes I yearned for years,

the cries I swallowed for nothing.

Your gaze had become empty.

I left you where you were,

unmoved by the storms you survived.

I saw your warmth embracing others

the very ones I once bragged about

just to escape you.

For what you are

can’t be fixed.

To love you is to leave.

To depart is the only way

you can become

a part of me again.

I leaned my head against the fears

I once whispered would be burned with you.

Yet my own ashes scattered in the open wind,

singing lullabies to hope

reviving the heart that once trembled.

No words in your name shall I embrace again,

for you have become a mere human,

a shadow of what I once crowned in my mind.

I searched your ashes for the remains of my name.

In your absence, I found your presence

your scent visiting me every minute,

every second in between

gentler to my heart than you yourself had ever been.

Or was it the mercy of the mind,

painting you in colors you never owned?

Perhaps it was my love,

watered so deeply, so endlessly,

that your colors washed away.

It kills the heart

to see its muse turn meaningless

to watch the beat that once skipped for your name

lose its rhythm.

Was it love?

No

it was admiration,

the kind that outlives even its author.

Blame may be cast on you,

yet all my heart ever wished

was a poem

the kind that empties the poet

but never reaches its receiver,

a poem burned somewhere in nowhere,

in the place where we

failed to load.

With my own tears

I witnessed a valley

where my beloved drowned.

But how does a lover

let the beloved sink?

So I cut my wings

and let you go.

You fell

and you were simply you:

a you without beauty,

without warmth,

a wall that could neither support

nor shield.

A wall.

It was you I decorated ..

with moons and thorns,

a world only I could inhabit.

You had everything

everything but me.

And you

you made me doubt.

You made me question.

Only to realize,

in the end,

that it was I

whom you pushed away,

not I who let go.

The days now that I escape

were once dreams I had already foreseen

but only in the disguise

of tears yet to come.

One day, I will tell them

in lines and rhymes,

in an ocean of souls

laced with sorrows

that throw arrows

into hearts already hollow.

I counted the wounds,

as though numbering them

could avenge my cuts with a hold.

Yet even as I held you,

my heart pulsed

so quietly, so simply,

that you faded

into nothing more

than a familiar face

Why coming nothing hurts the love was never poured in ur cup, .

Does it scare you to be just you, or does it free you to be just you,

Does it make those eyes shiver with joy to be just eyes for others but

In my poems stars, meteors , storms everything were they never a mere feature.

Or is it destined for humans to be just humans never meant to be held so high for they cut their own

wings.

Does it sadden you to travel in my memories, but I never stop to gaze, or admire, just

an ad I wait to skip.