I fell in love, not with you
I have tendency to fall for sadness
Those melancholic liquid eyes I stare into
Grips me with familiarity of myself in the mirror
In quest to dig answers I often ask myself
No, I never fell for you
It is always me trying to love myself
By loving you in the ways
I never experienced
But have idolized so oft
Yes, announce me selfish if it soothes
So we all are
Broken ones to throw a welcome so warm
Offer to cocoon your silver shattered wings
Embalmed with a hope so to be answered
What if this is what they call love?
What if this is how they love?
What if this is how one heals?
What if this is how one learns to love even after they leave?
Yes, I fell in love with you, so with me
Our flaws and foibles fused for forever
O you were healing
A picture cast on your ecstatic retina
Though not so smiling but content
To love you enough
For you to fly away
©Written Frames, 2018