I hope it breaks.

We sit at either end of an hourglass

And time keeps showering making us oblivious

Of the countless times, you’ve reached your hand

And I’ve stretched my help

To settle on the same side.

Neither of us could see through the million stardust that blinded our eyes and hurt our souls.

You ask me, then plead me, then threaten me, then kill me.

I deny you, then decline you, then obey you, then get killed by you.

I hope the hourglass that we sit breaks into two,

Giving us a fair share of time to be apart,

Or better yet, I might trip upon the guilt you put upon me and break it into two.