Trauma & Survival
Holy War.
Kash Baloch·September 25, 2013·Original
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In you I saw the world, you became the eighth wonder faster than I could run away.

But then you took me by surprise,

I was caught off guard and shell-shocked when you left me,

now I'm blind.

My soul was elated by your touch, I felt like the only man alive from your attention.

Now I have been robbed of my ability to feel, my nerves unnerved in your absence.

I swear I can still smell the fragrance of your breath that gave me chills.

Each day seems longer and more empty now that you're not here.

Homesick because I miss the distraction that I felt inside your arms.

Hours could pass and then you'd depart,

oh how I craved you then, wishing you would stay.

Almost as if I knew a day would come when we'd say our last goodbyes.

Now I'm burning; my dreams can only be satisfied by you.

Validated by your existence, now the threads holding me together become loose.

I am still under your spell, just one look from you and I could fall again.

Hopeful that our story is not over, just on hold as I pray we can still grow old together.

I traveled far and wide, restless to find my missing piece;

my search led me to you and I knew instantly that you and I were meant to be.

My quest for love took me to California, Sydney and Halifax,

but I was not fulfilled until I looked up and found you staring back.

A holy war inside me that led me to Mecca and the Vatican,

unaware the God I was looking for lived inside you, the cure to my suffering.

Circumnavigated the globe searching for a reason to keep my faith alive,

and then you arrived and I melted like two inches of snow on a warm day.

The collision of our hearts was more powerful than an atomic bomb;

two souls that fit together as though part of some bigger plan.

My love flowed from me to you and back again;

my strength increasing as I felt like I was being revived.

Now I call you just to hear your breath, I close my eyes and pretend it's on my neck.

Gone now as I mourn your loss and it becomes increasingly clear,

that I am responsible for our ruin;

I just wish that I had cherished you when you were here.

“Almost as if I knew a day would come when we'd say our last goodbyes.”

— Holy War.

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