Existence.

The whole point of having the romantic aura,
The one where you clenched my hand.
Was it all a facade of love,
Because having me near wasn't all that could help.
In the melancholy of the city,
Was my intention too pure for you?
Was holding hands not a gesture of love,
Were my eyes too weak to show you I care.
The whole point of loving me wasn't love,
Was it breakfree ride of companionship, or the rhythm that we created?
Remembering you comes in broken pieces of love,
I was holding a kryptonite in one hand, and you in another.
I went deeper into you, deeper than your thoughts,
You pushed me away, with the fear of silence.
Your tender heart couldn't handle the fierceness that I held,
And mine couldn't handle the times when you made me lose courage.
With you by my side, all I wanted was to exist,
But with you by my side all ever happened was for you to exist.
Was happiness just holding your hand when the scary scene on the movie started,
Or was it placing my head on your beating heart?
Together we stood, alone you existed,
My heart wants my share, to love you was to be existing.