The moment he tells you he loves you,
Is the moment you grow stronger.
And more foolish.
All at the same time.
The moment he tells you he loves you,
Is the precise point that you crumble into dust.
And the particles of your soul float down,
Into his lap.
He's reassuring you of a fact,
That you are now cared for.
Cherished unconditionally,
As he surrenders everything he knows,
To you.
His perception is warped by your smile,
The valleys and contours of your body.
The music of your laughter,
The vortices of your eyes.
The moment he tells you he loves you,
Is exactly when those eyes become glassy.
With a film of tears which harbour a blend of emotions,
That even you, as the studious individual you are,
Cannot fully understand.
But the moment he tells you he loves you,
Is the initial expression of guilt.
This moment is the calm before his storm,
A hurricane that would obliterate everything in it's path.
Including your little wandering soul,
Which has already chosen his haven,
As your new home.
Deep in his heart he may speak some truths,
He may treat you like buried treasure.
But your patience is already running thin,
From the countless times you had already stayed awake,
Awaiting a return that did not come.
The moment he tells you he loves you,
You want to believe him.
But at the back of your mind you know,
That these words only serve as an apology,
In regards to his bad behaviour.
For without you,
He is lost.
He cannot find himself,
Without your glow to guide him,
Through the misted chambers of his thoughts.
Executing your energy and good will,
To battle his own demons.
A consumer,
Whom produces naught.
The moment he tells you he loves you,
Is the moment you realise,
That you most certainly did not need the love,
He so dearly promised.
~ Ashaia
