I fell in love, not with you

I have tendency to fall for sadness

Those melancholic liquid eyes I stare into

Grips me with familiarity of myself in the mirror

In quest to dig answers I often ask myself

No, I never fell for you

It is always me trying to love myself

By loving you in the ways

I never experienced

But have idolized so oft

Yes, announce me selfish if it soothes

So we all are

Broken ones to throw a welcome so warm

Offer to cocoon your silver shattered wings

Embalmed with a hope so to be answered

‘What if?’

What if this is what they call love?

What if this is how they love?

What if this is how one heals?

What if this is how one learns to love even after they leave?

Yes, I fell in love with you, so with me

Our flaws…