Can I?

Relationships are like this endless moors rolling over hills and plateaus, with thin and meek margins. On those margins lies the most unrecognized yet thickest segment; emotional honesty. One always hears or rather likes to talk about the roses, the clinking of glasses, the love filled dedications and on, on, on... (in their relationships)

But are there moments or days when I:

Can say I don't want to share?

Can say I don't want to wait anymore?

Can say I am tired of your hyper-ness?

Can say I need space?

Can say, act now?

The ability to question and change the routine or status in a relationship is the strongest (tangiest) spice there is. No songs, no movie nights, no date nights, just the ability to say, 'Hey! Slacker, pick up our relationship.'

For ultimately, do I really need a white knight in my life!

Echoes

I hear the echo of my own words. Trying to reach you, but just hurtling back to me.

I turn over to see the silhouette of your body, turned away from me.

You know and you don't. You feel or you don't. You say or you don't.

The words, feelings, stares and nudges all swinging in an abyss. Taking me down with them.

How do I recoil from here? 

OR

Do I need to break free of this reverie of mine?

Why?

Is there a right? Is there a wrong? 
Should I stay on the sides or should I transgress?
Or should I stay at the cusp; like that wine drop unsure whether to brim over or stay in a glass (cage?)

Times ahead appear like façade with cracks. 

Perils ahead are unknown but I am certain of the pain.

An unsaid allure lies in reaching absolute desolation, 

Shattering everything and yet to hold onto that skeleton.

There is no way to know, yet we know.

We know and yet we gamble!

Why? Why open the doors that might have loneliness and pain behind them?

Cos somewhere behind lurks a silver lined cloud bellowing, 'Love' 'Freedom' 'Happiness', like one has never known and felt.

And every pain becomes meaningful.