Then The Breeze Turned To Stormy Wind. Poem by Ayesha Tulkubra

I greeted your smile with a bit of laugh.
You said we are dreamers in a dream of serenity.
I drew you on page, sheltered you from my rage.
Like a bird cradles in a golden cage.
You said, you're my fam, not father, not bro.
I just stopped learning, my brain stopped to grow.
Then the breeze turned to stormy wind.
Like a sword it slashed my insides and cut open the veins wide.
My blood started burning and it smoldered.
My naiveness was drenched in the color of red.
I could not sleep even on the roses bed.
the fragrance of roses mixed with distasteful stench.
In a moment of reverie was my memory clenched.
You possessed my brain cells where my wishes once dwell.
I don't know how to hate when I loved you so well.