This story is a story
I'd have to tell in person.
Where the person
should be able to listen
for a long time.
They should be patient
and not say a word
'till the end of the story.

This is a type of story
without any end.
It slowly adds a page on
day by day.
It's a story that will have no end
until the day I die.

This is a story
about me.
It's a story where
hearts are broken
and where mending occurs.

It's a story where
tears are shed.
And I'd told myself that
no more of those.
Boys are not worth crying over
even in the toughest of times.

It's a story where
the no-crying rule
has made me stronger
It's made me guard my heart
and helped me to live better.

It's a story where
I think I've moved on
but inside I know I haven't.
I leave those thoughts to
the back of my head.
But they come back to haunt me
anyways.

It's a story where
those thoughts occur
whenever the moment arrises.
I tell myself there's someone new
but my mind won't let me get over it.

It's a story where
my mind is so stubborn
and won't move on.
It's stuck back on that person
and won't let me change my mindset.

It's a story where
maybe I won't move on
because of all the time I've spent
chasing after that person.
All the energy I've spent.

It's a story where
I've just let it hang there
and it'll always hang there
'till the day I die.

Mom trapped
in kitchen

Dad trapped
in business

grandpa trapped
in politics

grandma trapped
in religion

sister trapped
in mobile

brother trapped
in net

home trapped
in loan

happiness trapped
in health

life trapped
in commitment

love trapped
in eyes

words trapped
in poets…

Anger is a little boy in a ripped jacket
who plays tag with Stability too close to a cliff.

Confusion is a child with tangled hair and a purple shirt
who enjoys running circles around Content turning
her flower crowns into razor blades.

Depression is a pale girl with sad eyes who plays
red light green light with Happiness near that old garden
they called Eden who lately seems to be dying.

I wonder if you think of me
As I do of you,
I wonder if you miss me
I'm such a fool,
I wonder if you'd ever tell me
What I've put you through,

Soon I will be just a memory
Of someone you once knew,
As I fade away know that,
Once upon a time
I loved you ...
Did you ever love me too?

I'm risking so much
by touching
you.
But when our
lips meet
I don't fear
death anymore.

if pictures are worth thousands of words
then I have read I library
my eyes roll
with the constant scroll
of social media staring