Dating : Different but Same

you were different yet

the same (it still bothers),

just like a star amongst a

gazillion others;

you had your own light,

illuminated and casting spells,

but the city was already too shiny that night;

when you came wearing a shining armour —

golden cuff bracelets and loose hair,

movie stills (and pot flowers)

became beautiful to me,

but when I realized this jazz ain’t real,

the convulsions laid me bare;

the backyard promises (which you never meant) we made,

the whispered convos we had,

the evenings in the balcony planning an escapade;

all comes rushing back to me,

as if you were there

but wasn’t actually (you know);

the truth was a blur waiting

to be busted,

like the kind we get on the windshield

after rains;

and the slippery empty road

a semblance of void where

nothing but sadness remains;

so it took a while to grasp (yeah),

if we are born with a weakness

to fall,

we also have the strength to get up,

in the end of it all.