Obscurity

Slowly, methodically, piece by piece,

He unravelled the threads of my inner peace.

Vicious words, sharp and serrated like knives,

Slashed at my soul, stealing my will to survive.

He fashioned me a queen, of his twisted fantasy,

A puppet to be pulled by his callous apathy.

I long for a man who can see me as I am,

To break the chains of this bitter program.

Fiery rage courses through my veins,

Burning hot and wild, it sears with its pains.

I feel if I touched him, the flames would ignite,

To consume all that’s left of this shattered delight.

His words of love, a truth I can not deny,

But in his life, where do I truly lie?

I am a gentle madness, pure and kind,

My heart on sleeve, emotions unrefined.

My throat burnt raw, by the fire inside,

Tongue-tied and voiceless, my feelings to hide.

His lack of understanding has left me discouraged,

Love beyond measure, yet my heart left malnourished.

My love for him is pure, untainted gold,

Yet he is everyone’s, except for mine to hold.

Longing to touch a heart of stone, with walls unwavering

Yearning to love a man, whose heart resists revealing.

He shuts me out when I need him the most,

Expected to wait, to give up the ghost.

I open my heart, outside his fortress walls,

To be met with iron, unbending and tall.

My hands are left bleeding, cut by his edges so sharp,

A sacrifice made for love, left bleeding in the dark.

He chooses not to speak, though I know he hears,

In my universe, you are the centre, amid all my fears.

My dearest, you are the enigma I must embrace,

A riddle that my heart yearns to decipher and chase.

You’ve come back to me in this strange space,

Leaving me to ponder if it is our last embrace.

– Maroof