untitled love
she looked at me
with eyes fit for watching Shakespearean plays
she looked at me
as if i told her something that is hard to say but i said it with no thought
she looked at me
she actually looked at me
not a gaze
not a daydream stare
but she analyzed the potential of this broken, dark skin
her hand ran across his
and they hugged
not them
but their hands
her hand hugged his as if it was clinging for another chance of life
she held his hand so tight and so soft that it confused him
he apologized because he thinks
he hurts her
he thinks that he is not worthy
he thinks he is the problem
he thinks he is the dead flower with wilting stem
he thinks
Nay
he believes that he cannot please the likes of another human, even if his life depended on it
he believes-
her lips touched his as if he never even spoke a word
as if he never thought anything
as if he was not meaningless
for once
and she did this by uttering just 3 little words
"kiss me already"
YOU ARE READING
sabian (VIII)
Non-Fictionthese events take place from the last day of Feburaury 2016 to June 2016