cilice

if anything, you made me reckon there is sucrose in sacrifice.

you are a cilice, spikes pointing inwards i bleed in each nerve twitch. for a world who has stood audience for my cowardice, it is a wonder where i get the bravery i exercise in your wake.

you are heaven’s final exam. once i pass this, i am free to die. my selfishness has trickled down from your eyes, my pride has brushed itself in your cheeks and my conceit has died in your lips.

you are my humility, my silence. my last labor in this herculean stage.

of all things, i did not love you for your perfection. i did, for your brokenness. and the more you get chipped, marred, dinted, the more i find beauty in you.

you are the missing shard when once, i fell into the abyss that was earth and was wrecked into shedloads of broken pieces.

your affection has made me a whole vessel again.

so despite us being a paronym of all things painful, i will always be proud that i have beaten both ends of the world just to have you—

—back.

—
for our tearful Fridays. lablab beb. hug.

~ by ragerain on August 2, 2008.