January 3rd, 2007
Of Broken Hearts and Fireworks
Amidst the stars and the brilliant technicolor lights, you held my hand in silence.
(It was a lovely night to rebuild a broken heart.)
The iridescent perforations of far away lights briefly illuminated your face. You were sharing a little bit of your existence to my dysfunctional self in hope that it could liquidate some of the negativity on my end.
(Tiny pin points of light slowly vanish from the corner of my eye. I watch you breathe me in…As you see me dancing in the far recesses of your lurid imagination.)
You held my hand like someone with a death wish. Not the clingy annoying grip of someone desperate for companionship… No, you were never like that. You were just so adamant in saving someone so bent in self destruction.
(The messiah holding the reins in the driver’s seat and the sinner as the passenger inside a Japanese manufactured hunk of steel… How appropriately romantic, I said- in this broth of sarcasm that I call “brain&rdquo
(I felt something akin to love towards you then and there but I know it’s futile, your heart belongs to her world and mine to his. It would never work.)
(I laughed at the proposition.)
(The world shook with my laughter.)
(Tiny pin points of light slowly vanish from the corner of my eye. I watch you breathe me…As you see me dancing in the far recesses of your lurid imagination.)
You held my hand in yours not knowing that it was a lovely night to rebuild broken hearts - and to veer life away from disaster.
