I am meant for longing
To be caught between breaths
God indecisive to pronounce me dead
And so, half alive
To be thrown upon existence
like a piece of rotten decay
Atleast that way no one would look at me
Except You.
This decrepit sense of humour
The devil’s job is to keep me alive
My survival a gaping blank
My destruction unremarkable
And yet I live to see the day
until You catch sight of me.
Stop feeding this clown
I am meant to starve
To starve for your love
To fill this void with words
My body a limp trail
refusing to catch funeral fire
And so I am nothing but a hallucination.
I have turned myself into a ghost
Like a child throwing tantrums
Just so her Mother would pick her up
Thus suspended midway
I await your touch
I refuse to come alive.
I know not how to feel
A counterfeit expert
I am meant to doubt my own love
To not understand
To not be true
And yet You will find me
I am meant to be found by You.
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