From Your Days To Mine Poem by Abhimanyu Raman

From your days to mine
Time does not lag behind
We go in step, and when I say
The rest is dust, I mean it so
The rest is indeed dust
And the words that slip off,
My sharpened tongue, are indeed
Pain, burning in intensity,
Eating my strength away
My heart feels pain too
I must stay,
Miles away, from your side
For even in existing so, I hurt
You, whom I should never,
Have hurt
My tongue is steel, yours sadly
Is flesh, they remain burned
From whatever grievance your pain
Has given shape to
And the bitter taste stays
Behind, flavoring thus, all your
Remaining days
My tongue is charred, yes, I replaced
Its throbbing breadth, with metal
I would not have you do so too
I can swallow anything, regurgitate it,
With twice the force, I was made so
But not you, I would not have that
Happen to you, my time was shaped
Thus, by the hands of a larger time, and whatever
Feeling of warmth you left, would pass
Into void, leaving me cold again
I would not have myself sap away
That much of what is yours, for I would
Abhor myself, if I do so,
Your days are vibrant, filled with color
And life, mine is stone, cold from
Immobility, numb from breathing
Drying pain, memory’s bane
Into me there is a passage, there
Is none from me to you, save yourself
From the trap that is my soul,
Or hole, I care not to categorize
Inside is emptiness, fill me
And it would empty you,
I cannot replace
Your lost warmth, with mine, for
There is none left in me
Yes, I am deception, I deceive
Even though I choose not to, touch
Me, and I would inevitably touch
You, the pangs left behind would be
Too much to bear, for us both
Your intentions are good, mine are not
I would sway too much from this,
And it would sway you too
Even though you don’t want to,
I cannot ask you to remain, nor can
I push you away, for I do feel for
You, even though you cannot
Feel for me, my madness would
Infect your world, and you would
Hate me forever, or however
Much of forever, you survive, I would
Still be left behind, and I don’t want
That, I cannot have that, so I will
Leave you to your peace, and hope
That I will find my peace too
Remember this pain, the wound I made
Is word, the essence of it being so,
A necessity, I cannot change, I love
Nothing, need everything, and so,
I am cursed, but for this once I need
You, I cannot explain
How or even why, literally speaking
My brain is on fire, my heart
Drowning, or so it seems
The body I live in, is sweating
I cannot breathe, I never knew I could
But now I need it the most
The source of time, instants ticking by
The chime, of some gravity bound clock
Speaks within, I sleep
In wakefulness, my mind
Is a sea in spate, oil Wont do,
to curb its waves, bring forth
The sun, remove the wind, evaporate
The innumerable reasons that make me,
A lunatic and I will finally say I have
Loved you, and will always do
But the real question is,
Whether you love me too