You should not have shredded apart the mist
That filled up the distance between us…
With rose petals and snow flakes.
Magical it was.
The misty veil through which we loved each other.
Whispered and laughed
And kissed the air.
I never saw you true.
The mist brought me a shadow of my own entangled insufficiencies.
I fell for the mystery.
You saw my reflection,
Perfected with tinge of your emptiness.
And you fell,
For the fiction.
We were thousands of galaxies apart,
Yet there seemed only the mist between…
Closer we came.
You could not stop,
You wanted me whole…
So you tore apart the mist.
You found me,
Naked and covered in scars.
Dark blood oozing from my fingertips,
A face to forget, dusted by wilting monotony.
I could not brave up to look at you.
But I heard.
Your departing footsteps.
We lost us.
You should not have shredded apart the mist.