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Soulmate

The other day I wanted to see your smile in reverse.
as it morphed from happiness to sadness
Then play it back from that moment when you were sad,
and i kissed you... and you smiled, sheepishly.

I wanted to make it look like an insta-boomerang of some sort.
moving back and forth,
Chewing the memories with the jaws of my imaginations.
I had thought at some point that what if,
we could go back to when it all began...

You had sat beside me in this bus headed to no destination
because for me, my destination resides in you.
i turned sideways and saw you reading your way into the scrolls guarding my heart.
You were about to make me loose sight of perspective.

So i disappeared into thin air.

But who am i when thin air is the same thing that made me thin as a strand of hair because...
I was almost loosing my sanity from the incessant fights to regain dominance of my perspective.

You seemed like a virus, chewing and replicating yourself into the cracks within my mind,
breaking through my senses and nodes of reasoning to a point where I couldn't take it anymore.

I had to give in, let it run its course because it seemed you had become my curse.
A curse I had allowed to run its course of inflicting the scars of romance and pleasure
in my already hijacked mind.

Chaos became the peace I had long yearned for,
Sleeplessness had earned its bragging rights
of being notoriously ruthless in keeping my eyes from shutting.

I would open my palms to see a hologram of you,
smiling back at me, in seductive appeal.
Telling me to come home and make you feel loved.

You may have now become the 13th Zodiac sign,
Because I would look up to the stars and see you smiling down at me.
not that you are in a better place.
No, not dead,
My hallucinations tends to have figured a way to include you in its hall of fame,
As you have finally succeeded in disrupting the peace in the innards of my inner peace,
reaching deep into the core of my being

So you won't be surprised when i call you soulmate.
because you know you are my sole mate
You would beat my heart with sticks of gentleness.
and create butterflies of senselessness.

I would stutter my thoughts like a disc jockey
When you kiss me gently.
And like a fast scam I slip into a rainbow of feelings
Colored with sunbeams.

You would, with your assuring whispers of care.
Take me on a path to the fountain of dreams.
I would drink and they would become reality.
Like a prophecy fulfilled before it was decreed.

So the other day I wanted to see your smile in reverse.
as it morphed from happiness to sadness,
Then play it back from that moment when you were sad,
and I kissed you... and you smiled, sheepishly.

It was my sweet revenge because finally,
I had regained control of my sanity,
But only for a brief moment...

© Danny El

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