Dream or Nightmare?

Pushing you away is like
Exhaling without inhaling

Walking from you seems
Like on the road with known end
Ironically walking with you is like hiraeth
But it's chills the nerves

Living a moment with known span is sad
Living a unexpected moment unaware of it's life is a happy thing
& You are her's happy thing

She had just slammed the door on your face
Asking you to stay away
Both of you know why

She inked you
She inked each bit of your story
Both of you inhaled through the ink
Not admist the trees and the human beings
Is this how two people not meant for inhale

Shook by your name in the midnight
Still clueless on the fact that
Are you her's nightmare or a dream
She doesn't check you besides her
A universe exists between you two
So she just checks the notifications
The still sleepy eyes are consious enough to not find your name
She hugs the pillow refraining your soul
And sleeps again to rest her body

Thinking of you is a medicine to her treasured moments
But shutting you is a posion

Inking all of her heart for you
Seems betrayal to her better half
Often she just ignores the most awaited once to be inked
And tries to pacify with you and her better half

Do you have a thing to clam her soul being with her
and not like she does - Shutting people off.

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Blissfully inhaled and exhaled

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