You are fading , in me.
The blind ends seem less darker now,
The bleeding less profuse.
Your face is blurred upon my insides.
Your songs have lost their voices.
Your gleam has rusted,
Your warmth has frozen….
I don’t miss you anymore.
I crave for you.
I crave for your summers and your numbness.
I crave for your heartbreaks to heal with my touch.
I crave for the me you created, Unknowingly.