When the people who sing melodies of love into your ears
become the people who make dirges from memories of you, be still.
When the people who lock hands with yours
and throw the keys in the bottom of their hearts
become the very ones who add full stops at the end
of every symphony that accompanies your history
Please, be still.
When they serve you a loaf of loathing on a tray of betrayal,
You will spot molds
and you will be able to listen to their silent codes
at least, their white colors wouldn’t let them lie.
When your conviction of love is anchored on the world,
you will always believe that their “I love you” makes you breathe
you will fail to realize
If you try to touch their vocal cords
as they say those words you will only feel empty vibrations,
When love becomes toxic air
and the hurt you think it brings
Is the reason you are holding a knife to your throat,
please put it down.
You just haven’t found love yet
Close your eyes, see God,
breathe him, breathe out
Inhale deeply on the love that knows no hurt
For when you find HIM,
You will find Love.