Love’s Burden

I still walk on the thin thread between life and death,
But your voice it calls me, a life-giving breath.
The black void, it consumes me, a hunger for the end,
But your words, like a lighthouse, a flickering light, ascend.

When I drown in the darkness, no glimmer of hope to find,
But your hands reach out, a lifeline for my weary mind.

Lost in a frantic chase, a blur with no design,
An exit I desperately sought, where shadows intertwined.
Hidden away from every eye, a fractured shell I wore,
Then you, a whisper in the night, where darkness craved more.

With trembling hands, you gathered the shards, a beauty hard to see,
Embraced the wreckage of my heart, a fragile memory.
A tarnished mirror, a distorted view, a soul I deemed unclean,
But still you held me close to you, a love that felt obscene.

For how can something so broken, a mess beyond repair,
Be worthy of such tenderness, a love I can’t bear?
You see a glimmer in the dust, a beauty I deny,
But this fractured, twisted thing, how can it ever truly fly?

This weight you carry, a love that cuts so deep,
For a heart that shatters, secrets it can’t keep.
I cling to this lifeline, a tether to the shore,
While the darkness whispers, begging me for more.

You mend the pieces, a love that builds anew,
But the walls I’ve built up, they pierce and wound you too.
My thorns they prick you, a constant, sharp display,
Yet you choose to stay, each and every day.

This love, a paradox, a twisted kind of pain,
For you see a future, washed clean of all this rain.
A life reborn, a canvas bright and bold,
But the colors terrify me, a story yet untold.

I hate you for this hope, this relentless belief,
That a broken thing like me can find such sweet relief.
The burden of your love, a constant, heavy weight,
A world of possibilities, just beyond the gate.

-Vedha Singh