Forbidden Love

a lot of people talk about

how being in the dark destroys them, 

that also includes me. 

being in a deep hole feels like being completely suffocated 

by your own hands 

because ideally,

it’s your own thoughts that took you there… 

but,

if i hadn’t been in the dark,

i wouldn’t have seen how bright she shone towards me.

it was like she took off all the blindfolds

that seemingly permanently covered my eyes.

when i looked at her, 

i saw hope. 

i saw someone who saw me for me. 

someone who appreciated me and my time,

and certainly, 

someone who wanted to give me a good time...

in the midst of those dark december nights, 

she made it feel like we were in august. 

she could change the seasons purely with her warm touch, 

and deviate the rain with her soft meticulously articulated words.

when i was sat next to her,

i felt tiny fireworks bursting inside of me.

i felt tiny caterpillars forming into butterflies

  that were ready to fly to every little corner of my stomach. 

whenever i looked into her eyes, 

i fell mute. 

her eyes shimmered when they were set on me, 

and i felt it. 

i felt every little bit of love she sprinkled on me.

she made me feel loved.

that is something i could never forget about her.

yet what we had, 

what we found as comfort,

was wrong.

they say, ‘two wrongs don't make a right.’ 

nonetheless with her, 

when my mind was off the consequences, 

all i could see was how right it felt,

and how much i craved to be embraced by her.

by her comforting arms,

and her dazzling eyes,

and her warm laughter,

but especially 

by her forbidden love.