My Own Sunset
To be honest,
I've always been cautious about expressing
my affection for people and things I love.
People ruin beautiful things they say.
You'll find me soaking in the
beauty of a place without a word.
The dusk provokes in me, emotions
that keep me awake well into the night.
If I'm being honest,
I’m obsessed with the sky and stars.
When I look at the sunset hues,
I wonder how peaceful the creator
must be after painting them.
And when I think about the working of the world,
I think about how everything functions
as half to a whole, through days and nights,
or men and women, or the Ying and the Yang.
I wonder if God split itself into a million halves,
just to refind itself again.
So when I think about refinding ones self,
I think about the day I found you,
the half to my whole, skin like gold.
You smile when I tell you there are no sunsets
that could take my gaze off of you,
my own sunset.
I have been told I have a tendency to love hard.
So I’ll try to love you gently, patiently.
I’ll wait for you to find yourself on days
when mirrors don’t reflect familiar faces.
I'll wait right around the corner,
for you to walk into my arms.
I’ll be peace, the kind you can rest your head on
knowing I’ll still be here in the morning.
I’ll be careful, because I know the past
hasn’t treated you half as well as our future will.
If I’m being honest, I always find myself trying
to find myself, and I’m not confident every day.
So I hope it means more when I confidently say
I love you.
I struggle with insecurities and I won’t project this onto you. I will not make it your duty to show me how to love myself. I only ask that you love me in the way you do
I’m obsessed with the sky but I look at you
and wonder how satisfied God must feel,
having painted something more beautiful
- Sarthak Kulshreshtha