be-loved.
eternally.
eyes - they do lie, chico.
but the heart never does.
it cannot speak,
yet it unleashes emotions
like no other body part dares to.
so here i am -
pouring the heart,
candid and unfiltered.
your soul - is one in a billion,
protecting its peace
or disturbing it constantly -
is completely on you.
but, my heart is too naive to understand that. acts solid-
but cant endure too many arrows,
even the arrows of love.
they didnt cut.
they just hurt you unknowingly,
even the presence of it
stabs you with an invisible knife.
you cant see where -
but you feel the pain,
more than anything else.
but you see- people survives it.
moreover lead a healthy life.
maybe they knew how to deal with pain or, maybe they know how to be loved.
where does that love need to arrive?
from another one?
or from oneself.
because the aura creates ambiguity in our hearts -
you feel different with everyone,
yet want every feeling to remain within yours.
but the harshness of this fate,
the love that seems more tempting,
comes from another soul.
but the love that looks bland,
owns your being.
yet we slap ourselves,
curse ourselves,
hate this being,
endure every arrow -
that needs to be dodged.
why?
because this love got no spice.
its the truth,
what comes from a stranger
always seems special,
unreal.
but its span is brief.
blandness stays forever.
spice fades, as if it never existed,
yet we keep remembering its essence.
still we prefer that spice,
the one that gives a blast within -
even if it lasts only a second.
but why do we feel the aftermath’s hurt?
why do we spend years recovering -
why do we curse the one who gives us misery?
because its bland, yet beautiful -
you are beloved.
