It's a shot in the dark but here goes.
She smiles and laughs at all my jokes
Even the bad ones,
I hated her for it but
I also enjoyed it.
It was easier to believe that I could make her smile
and laugh and rejoice when I could almost
taste her sadness in her sweat.
I wanted to believe selfishly
that I could help,
that I was good for her,
that I was kind and patient
and could bring even the saddest to join the bright side.
It was obvious to me then that the darkness
was always approaching us and would
catch us if we stopped to look back.
And the only solution was to walk and run and crawl
towards the bright side.
But now I'm older and less wise and now
the bright side shimmers every once in a while,
and the darkness seems to approach faster than it used to.
Now I'm more alone than I was before,
I wanted to be alone then so I have learnt
to be careful what I wish for.
I care for everyone but that's not enough.
The thought only counts if they know you're
thinking about them.
Now I'm more lost than ever before,
and the darkness gets closer and the bright side has started flickering,
but now I know why she Laughed every chance she got.
It was always a shot in the dark but here goes.