When I'm in a situation
sometimes i wonder
why everything goes wrong;
what is the error?
what is the mistake
that is there in everything I do?
then I realise
it's me.

Vibrance and shadows,
Pride and dejection,
Sensibility and idiocy;
All are aspects
of the same person,
what makes the difference
is acceptance or denial.

But every time
that you had come back
you were little farther
than you were before
and now so far
I can't see you
not anymore.

Slip away,
But I will notice,
I won’t show it,
You’ll think I’ll never know,
But I’ll know,
You’ll leave me too,
And I won’t say it,
But I know it.

I’m chaotic,
Much to my disliking,
But I’m jumbled,
Like the pieces of a puzzle,
You can’t fix it back,
That’s the new thing,
You’ll lose hope,
And leave it.

You’ll leave,
I’ll walk on,
You’ll think I forgot you,
But I won’t,
I just want to think I forgot you,
You’ll leave me too,
And I won’t say it,
But I know it.

Now that we don't meet or talk
do you remember me sometimes?
Or did you forget me again
as easily as I think you did?

It was better
if you had warned me
before you walked off
leaving me there alone
with nothing not even a bye
alone, in my own mind,
with nothing but memoirs
of my own wishes.

Unsaid words
don't warm them
but pierce you
like daggers
once they're gone.