When I look at your smile,

My world spins on a dwindling axis,

When you hold me close in your arms,

My heart beats, matching your ebb and flow.

When you lob your words like stones,

When you shatter glasses and throw plates,

When you say you need me and then cry for hours,

I’ll still be there, holding you with me.

For we do anything for love, isn’t it true?

The kind of love that we dream about in books,

The kind of love that encapsulates every movie,

The fairytales filled with their Prince Charmings and Fairy Godmothers.

What’s there to be concerned about?

What’s wrong with these dulled eyes of despair?

They’ve been dimmed of sparkle for so long,

It’s become a fact of life, nothing’s wrong.

The love-deprived childhood,

Graced me with a love who was the likes of you,

You’d have my back no matter what,

Even though I keep being left behind in the ensuing dust.

Yet why is it that when I look at you,

When I spend another day sitting by your side,

Powerless to your commands, helpless at the hands of your hurt,

You leave such a bittersweet taste?

Signing off…