pairing: Draven Vakveldir / Erika Vakveldir
To read this poem, you need to close your eyes,
And feel your anger ebb away, taken by my wishes.
Close your lips and open your ears,
To the words I have whispered in the wind for years.
Delve into the memories I carved in your heart,
Of the times when you would call me your sweetheart.
To the towers we built long before you tore them apart
And thus, with a heavy heart, my love chose to depart.
You are the winter in my life,
Yet memories of you are all that keep me alive,
Long before you shattered them, like stars scattered across the night,
Though it never showed in the crevices of my dress, deep down I always knew,
I had long lost your warmth to the chill of being denied.
I know they all see how I fare, how I struggle to survive,
They ask me, ‘Why bother staying alive?’
But what’s the point of telling those with love and a home,
Who never have known what it’s like to feel shattered and alone,
By the very same man they believe would protect until his final breath is gone?
If I claimed I never foresaw my fate, I’d only be denying,
For I was born to be used, the shadow in the night,
Belonging to no one, yet to everyone in sight,
With nothing in hand, and everything in my dreams,
Yearning for freedom — one that’s not what it seems,
I wish you had peered at my heart before tearing it apart,
Then maybe you’d see a love no other could impart,
That your happiness was waiting, hidden within me,
Within us, where once we felt free,
Just like it was, before you set us apart.
Who are you, what have you become?
What have you done with Draven, where has he gone from?
The gentle boy who once held me close and warm,
And whispered sweet words, like a shelter from the storm.
Who now has become the shackle, and I have long been disarmed.