Desires Of This Heart Of Mine

I didn’t want to see that face of yours, yet my heart desired to keep marveling at the way you glowed whenever those early streaks of the dawn used to fall on you.

I didn’t want to hear that voice of yours, yet my heart desired to keep listening to the chuckles that broke out of you whenever you used to yawn while rubbing the sleep away from your lids. 

I didn’t want to feel that touch of yours, yet my heart desired to remain confined in your arms that you used to drape around me right after planting the morning kiss at the top of my hair. 

I didn’t want to look in those eyes of yours, yet my heart desired to dive into the depths of the brown orbs that held nothing but an abyss of an abiding love for me. 

I didn’t want to recognize that smile of yours, yet my heart desired to keep tracing the way your lips used to curve upwards whenever I enlaced our hands together. 

I didn’t want to smell that fragrance of yours, yet my heart desired to bask in the familiar scent of the warmth that always engulfed me when the nights became too cold and sombre. 

I didn’t want to know that name of yours, yet my heart desired to let your name roll off my tongue effortlessly and keep calling you out until you came back to me to fulfill the vows of togetherness. 

I didn’t want that heart of yours to beat with mine, yet my heart desired to keep engraving you on every chamber of it with that sole purpose of your perennial companionship.

I didn’t want that soul of yours to ravel with mine, yet my heart desired to keep losing every ounce of myself to create a world that circled you, and only you.

 

I didn’t want to remember those memories of ours, yet my heart desired for those to be forever embodied right in the very core of my existence – only to crush my world with the truth that you were no longer mine; only to rebuild my world with the bubble of illusions shielding me from that very truth.

 

I didn’t want this heart of mine to fall for you, yet it kept desiring to love you, and adorn you even when you left cracks on it with the dagger of your departure.