It all starts with a sentiment of caring
And slowly it becomes your routine.
Losing your very conscious as time passes ,
You go deeper with the same motive that you aren't doing it enough.
Feeling proud about your moment
Until you find something damp as you step
You feel a little gibberish but ignore it
because you're busy worrying about them.
It all starts making sense when they give a slight repulsive vibe,
And you, vaguely blame yourself,
fueling your mind to declare a war with itself,
Sleepless nights and hopeless mornings , you just think about why they are being repellent ,
A text with a couple hours of late replying just creates a Picasso of chaos.
Alas you've found out that the thorn of insecurity has pricked you
Yet you're impatient and stubborn to accept it , but not for long
Cause you longed to be their priority just like they are yours
Hitting you hard with every second passing by and you find yourself disgusted and clingy
Troublesome and panicked to find a way out but it just hurts like alcohol on a bullet wound , stingy
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 11:18 AM UTC