Love doesn’t need to be asked to stay.

someday under the twilight,
we may run into each other 
diving in each otherʼs eyes
gulping down the moments 
that starts to flourish in our head
as soon as our glance fall on each other,
yet pass along without exchanging 
our complaints and emotions.

you felt like a chain tied to my legs 
and vomit choked in the lungs,
as if i was confined in a room 
echoing the foul smell 
to silence the voices within me.
a part of me was deteriorating with
each passing day,
till everything in me shattered 
like the pieces of glass vase 
bestrewing the flowers of joy all around.
it was too late when i realised 
that this isn’t how love is supposed to feel.

there is a chamber of wilted emotions 
that iʼve stored in my heart 
under the dusty poems,
which often peeks through the cold lenses,
reminding me, 
the butterflies that flutter in there 
have a weak eyesight to spot the fake people.

deep down in my head 
there is a part of me 
that still curse myself daily 
to not stop you from leaving 
rather to just mourn over your departure,
another part of me insists 
if he wanted to, he would stay.
you blame for letting you go,
i never asked you to leave 
but the survivor in me was tired,
tired of being a slave to negligence 
and the efforts being seen as nothing.
after all, the real love 
doesn’t need to be begged to stay.

  — anwar_ash_ ✨