they were never really close to each other,
he thought that she thought
he's nice to her and adores him
but all she wanted was to get
away from him. he was too bold
for her soft self, too demanding
& scary for her vulnerable-ness.
he closed the view to the starry night sky
& opened the window to broad sunlight,
never knowing she was a moonchild.
he tried, but always in the wrong directions,
he always thought he helped her,
made her life easier, but all what
he did was make her soak her sleeves with tears.
she never sobbed, no. she had learnt to
cry silently all those years she was naive.
he'd probably always think of her as
someone weak, she'd never let out
all the battles she fought without him.
she was okay being misunderstood
by him, because she would never let
her true self known to him.
she's always going to be
uncomfortable under his concern filled gaze
that screamed her weakness, and
although she hated it, she could never
hate the man, because afterall,
he was her saviour nevertheless.
