I once had a passionate love affair with someone and it was marred by impossibilities.
Last summer we met for an unlikely affair.
We came from two different worlds,
both bounded by earthly chains, bringing us back to reality.
You lived like a queen, on the top floor of a trashy building.
I a makeshift aristocrat, trying to achieve a deluded dream.
You always wore a green scar and a grey cardigan and round sunglasses
covering your lusty eyes.
While I dreamed under the mellow sun
covering my lean body with tattered clothes.
You were always a mystery, a paradox, I wasn’t able to comprehend.
While I was the layman, unable to spark a fire in someone’s heart.
Your hair was long, with different streaks of color, each color representing
an aspect of your, trashy, unpredictable life.
You had bright eyes with passionate lips which intoxicated your lovers.
Our relationship was an unlikely affair,
We dreamed of memories which no longer belonged to us.
We are two heartthrobs, who fell in love with each other as we were easy on each
We were not meant for each other.
We were just the spark that exposed our inner demons.
A spark that could not suffice our deeds.