Dearest Soulmate.

Dearest Soulmate, 

I am in the opposite corner of the world wide awake, listening to One Last Breath by Creed. 

"Maybe six feel ain't so far down" that's my favorite line from that song. If you stand long enough at the edge of the high, staring down at the abyss, it isn't so petrifying anymore.

And I have been standing at the edge for quite sometime now.  

Do I jump? is the question. Or do I keep standing waiting for you to show up and talk me out of it? 

They say that the universe keep bringing the soulmates together over time. Funny how all those little insignificant moments leads to the big one. 

You maybe sound asleep unaware of this utter mess you will meet in the future. But let me tell you something, soulmate.

I like my brokenness. 

I hope you do too. 

MISERY

Shall I sleep in his bed
so the moon whispers to me,
the secrets of the night.

Layers and layers of skin,
entangled in his memories,
caught in the act of love.

Sing to me, I ask the moon
the mysteries his eyes behold,
the sorrow his heart harbours,
the life that flutters.

I close my eyes and the night descends
closing in, trapping me,
gravitating towards oblivion.
When will this longing end?