Magical Mess

the kind of passion that tests your limits a love that asks for blood what you feel in your skin and toes and lungs and bones the kind of love that asks for courage I’m that kind of a love the kind you prove with your entire existence you tremble as you create Art I’m worth all the work I’m not for the weak, for the faint of heart I’m not for those who hold convenience close to their chest I can’t stand conditional care or masks that feign romance while eyes behind them rest I’m all for the devotion that dares for the ones that will make a fool of themselves in the name of intimacy I’m not for the calculative ones I run from the oversmart I’m not for faint of heart -maithili

I'm in a movie I always am usually  I caper through the plot twists and yet I enjoy the plan you weren't in the script I had rehearsed you were a surprise  dialogues well versed  you said all the perfect things you became everything I wanted  and then you left me haunted you had me feeling so sure  that I was finally going to belong  and then you became doubt you promised protection  and then you became the evil you warned me about  -maithili

  I was swept off my feet all caution evapourated by the heat, of the moment you looked like poetry handwritten just for me finally, something so undoubtedly meant to be like art but I was silly, I was just being daft this love was real and raw but unchosen, like a first draft, now, I’m frozen in time oh, cruel lover of mine how capricious is your poetry how did you crumble me so easily, forgot about my existence while you wrote your new sentence you poured everything into me and then named me overwhelm I feel like a redundant verse you no longer need me I was trying to be the reason you pause and look I was trying to be your book You spoke as if you were hoping someday I'd be your better half but I was just a first draft -maithili