An Open Letter To My Beloved
An Open Letter To My Beloved4 mins 148 4 mins 148
An open letter, to my beloved.
It's been a few sunsets apart from you.
I lay awake today,
At a strange hour of the night
Still thinking about the times we'd lay awake intertwining the spaces between our fingers
As you unconsciously filled in the gaps that remained in me.
My fragile heart craves things that are logically not possible to have,
Like your arms wrapped around me from two cities apart.
You're not the one who'd spare two minutes of the day to think about me
But sometimes I hear church bells ringing about the silence of my room.
I used to think the hopeless romantic in me died
Somewhere along the million paths of romanticized heartbreaks
But I imagine sunrise,
I imagine the end of my melancholy,
I imagine to be yours.
I believe we're real when I'm intoxicated,
We're as real as it can get.
But these fantasies as it is in my head,
They fail to synchronise.
Maybe if we were two different people,
You'd want me to be invariably yours.
But we only exist in words,
In subtle poetry,
I wish I could convince you,
That I'm not her.
With the ink with which I write,
And maybe she was much more organised
And knew how to put you together with all the right pieces,
But I swear I've been cleaning up the corners of my room
Where it still smells of you.
I'm more scattered than my mind,
And my heart breaks to admit it,
That I love you
Maybe not forever
But right now.
Maybe you're not even alive,
But you live with me through this night.
You live with me through the traces of art that you left.
Yet I remember how you first spilled,
And how I almost believed
That this is it,
This is where I end.
Cause at that moment with shaky palms and quavering breath,
I couldn't find the words to tell you
That I was yours,
Truly and forever.
Carved in a single letter,
Carved in a paper which surpass reality,
We are real
And we are immortal
And tonight I will be yours,
Till the sunrises again,
I will be unconditionally and boundlessly yours.