As I told her that I don't hold any grudges to her,
I knew she was relieved,
even though she was texting me.
Now,
when I look back at it and ask myself,
am I still hurting from that incident?
And, I realize that I'm not.
I forgive you
I really do.
For,
with these three words,
I'm liberated and so are you.

I hope staying up this late
Doesn't become a
Habit.

If you ever ask if I'm okay,
99.9999999999% of the time
I'll tell you that I'm okay.

But I say it not because
I really am (usually),
but rather because I know
There's no **** solution to it.
There'd be no point telling anybody because
It would just burden them
More and more because there is

No
****
Solution

Forever stuck this way,
Forever worrying,
Forever bothered.

So I'll just say I'm okay
Because I'm doomed to be

Not okay.

I worry so much about you,
About how you feel,
What you feel,
Wether it's pain sadness or happiness,
I worry all the time,
I worry or that fact that I will not always be here for you,
That one day you'll need me a I won't be able to come,
I worry that no matter how hard I try,
You will take the most painful route,
Of death pain and sorrow,
I worry all the time ,
I worry over little things and bigs,
But my worrying is justified because I care,
And I care with all my body mind heart and soul,
About you,
So I worry all the time.

Theres a certain clarity in solitude,
A solitude created by someone who you thought was there for you,
Who said they would be there for you,
Who said they would meet you and make you smile,
A solitude created by someone who you thought cared for you,
Who you thought would take away your fears and replace them memories of happiness,
who you thought would warm your heart,
That clarity is simple some people only care about until they have no need of you,
Until they need you to care for them,
To look after them,
To hold them,
To take away there fears,
There pain,

Solitude gave me the answer today.
A small thing it is to realise what your worth to people,
And when that worth seems to be nothing,
everything be comes clear.

Tick... tick... tick...

I've been standing for
Five
Whole minutes

Waiting,
Watching,
Hoping that some
Kind car would
Stop completely while I
Try to cross that
Zebra crossing:
That less than ten metre-long line,
But obviously

No car does.

Every time I step towards those
Stripes,
The cars move forward
Intimidating me,
As if laughing...

Taunting

I step back again
And the driver zooms past,
Some give me
"That look"

I know
They're laughing
Inside their heads,
Some might be angry
Judging from that
Middle-finger man

I just need to cross this street,
This less than ten metre-long street,
Street...
Street...
Street...

Tick... tick... tick...*

I've been standing for
Five
Whole minutes