Enough for us

In this bare, confined room,

where walls quench ethereal thirst,

severing morbid spaces,

filling up holes of memories

that we left untouched.

Encapsulated, cornering

languished hearts that do not know

how to admit that this peace,

even collected and compressed

to form tougher walls,

can be fizzled down in microseconds

with just a single sorry.

We have reclaimed ourselves

from years of healing cruel scars,

but we also have this flicker of feelings,

flashed instantly, pulling, snatching us

towards the untainted love we could have saved

if we had just shut our doors behind.

Letting people wonder that inside this room

isn't just sounds of our arguments

and broken mirrors,

but a pool of galaxy and light

and memories we wrecked and built

without anyone's knowledge.

In silence, out of the world's judgement,

we peacefully

and intentionally create extremely selfish love,

a love that is only enough for both of us.

Original poem I wrote when I was in the midst of fighting my own emotions,
 however I was shamefully defeated

-abrilata