I give myself to you.

I’ve learnt

that in this world

nothing can work

the way you want it to.

It’s a world made for you to adapt,

force you out of the options you really want to choose,

forcing you to work so hard

for you to reach your goals.

You have to work even harder

to maintain the things that you’ve managed to get a hold of.

But there are times,

when you lose things,

lose someone

or more,

and you’re forced to let them go.

And I,

I’ve done what I can, so far.

I don’t care anymore

I don’t care for things to happen the way I want them to;

if the world insists in taking away the things I was passionate about,

then i’ll force it to work the way You want them to.

I’ll love You with everything I’ve got.

I’ll make Your dreams come true.

I’ll create a family for You.

I’ll leave parts of me, in case I die before you,

so You won’t feel lonely.

I’ll raise them well, so they won’t trouble you.

I’ll tell them how much You loved you me.

and how I was a fool for not falling for you from the start.

 

Drift compatible.

We do not need 

A neuro device

Electrodes and wires

To merge

Our two individual 

Minds, hearts, and bodies

To one entity.

We already existed as one;

We existed as halves

That fit congruently.

While he makes up the right side

I make up all the left side.

And for those of you 

Who have passed biology

Would understand that 

The left side cannot function

Without the right part of the brain

And vice versa.

We are compatible.

Virtually, realistically, physically,

Mentally, and emotionally compatible.

But we needed some kind of drift

An impulse to drive the blood

From his ventricle to mine,

A build up of events

A build up of flooding emotions

A collision of hopelessness,

That would revive our dying souls,

That would activate our compatibility.

But I have never seen him.

I would need a mirror to do so.

The world that we live in 

Do not approve of mirrors.

Even glass that gives off reflections

Is banned.

Just when my self 

Has truly become complete,

Life is determined 

To drag us both to the filthy ground.

But he knows

How much I love the sky

And he refuses to be pushed down,

So he raises our chin up

And starts working from scratch

To build a city of our preference 

To build a city full of mirrors,

Where we can finally 

See each other

Be together

And light that black flame

And color it red, orange and gold.

You are your own Man

When you roam around 

This crowded Earth

Alone, 

You are your own Man.

It is part of your defence.

Your female instincts 

Are suppressed 

Until they are needed.

Once you find a partner,

The one you can proudly call 

Your Man,

Your defences

are disassembled.

Your feminine self

Is born 

To coalesce with

Your live personality.*

*This piece does not indicate that a Man is necessarily stronger than a Woman. It is more focused on the fact that when you are finally in a relationship, it is okay to depend on the partner you have willingly chosen. Ofcourse you still remain the strong independent woman you are. Your feminine side is the added factor here.