In the end nothing mattered,
nothing really….
I wanted to be the daylight of his sunshine without knowing it would destroy me,
break me apart, tear me up as if I am just a frail glass of Cosmo.
A Cosmic error of his life,
While he is the light of my dimly lightened house of tunnels.
Tunnels that connect immorality with quarrels.
The lover inside me isn’t dead yet, at-least my disorder isn’t…….
It is keeping the very last hope alive by hallucinating, hoping just one day—he
would appear and destroy this fort….
Which is now surrounded by the enemy soldiers aiming for my heart.
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