Graveyard

you were strange

you loved graveyards

you told me once that they

are beautiful

that there is so much sadness in them

horror stories of sad deaths in there

but still flowers grow

isn't that deserving to have someone

who loves them as well

and i smiled that day

i thought to myself

'how would it feel to love a boy

like this

who had eyes the colour of skies and oceans

and hair the colour of fresh earth after the first rain

whose heart had space and love for

ruined things

and graveyards

and maybe even me?"

six months later

under a sky full of stars and clouds and moon

i whispered an 'i love you'

and the only response i recieved was

'don't'

for the first time i heard the sound of

my heart breaking

it was in silence and a gushing river

of tears that wanted to pour down from my eyes

i still loved you

i didn't know how not to

seven months later

you said a reluctant yes

my heart smiled and so did my eyes

and my lips and everything else in me

a year later i realised

that you can't stitch back every broken thing

that sometimes no matter how much love

you pour into a human being

you can't help them heal

that sometimes when you try so long

to fix something

in the process you end up breaking yourself

so after too many unreplied messages

and missed calls later

when i told you

'i can't do this anymore'

you replied with a

'please don't leave

i have fallen in love with you now'

and i almost asked you

'is it because i have turned

into a graveyard now?'