“
The other day,
the doctor told me,
I wasn’t getting enough of sleep,
thus the prescription pills,
as if my mind,
was switch,
to turn on and off.

Sadness,
was etched in my bones,
and I knew this,
the day you threw words at me,
because I felt my blood drain,
but the sadness lurked within.

Sticks and stones may break your bone,
but words,
they rip your soul,
it’s been months,
but don’t you dare think,
I have forgotten,
what you have said to me,
people underestimate,
a great deal,
the hearts they break,
while trying to find the ‘right one’.

This isn’t about love,
it started when I was eight,
when I didn’t ace maths,
pressure building up,
to be perfect,
to get somewhere,
words haunting,
that never really left,
and you might have broken me,
but I had nothing really much,
to break either.

This isn’t a self-empathy poem,
after many months,
I am finally writing to you,
to tell you,
I will get over you,
it will take time,
I just want you to know,
that I heard your heart stop for a second,
when I said,
“maybe we will get married someday”,
and maybe you knew,
we weren’t going to last,
but that didn’t give you the right,
of drowning me in your words,
as if,
I was your private diary,
to write off guilt and regrets.

This is a poem,
because after many sleepless nights,
my mind has finally sorted out what’s right,
and that’s getting over you,
even if it means,
dusting up my bones.

”

“Don’t touch me with your bleeding fingertips,
I know that your palms,
have memorized her well enough,
Don’t speak to me with your lying tongue,
spilling words,
coated with honey,
Don’t think,
I forget,
that you spent a night with her,
telling her the things you said,
when you first me,
Don’t think,
It doesn’t hurt,
I am only human,
sometimes I try to wash your touch away,
I know I would fall again,
but your name,
dug a hole deep,
in my heart,
I bet it will stay,
Now,
this isn’t about how I still love you despite you breaking my heart,
I mean to be honest,
I pretty much hate you,
but it’s the effect humans leave upon you,
when you fall out of love,
as if all the sunny skies have been replaced,
with grey one,
your hot cups of coffees,
become cold,
every song you used to love,
now reminds you of him,
but here’s the thing,
you see,
after you left,
I realized I loved it when it rained,
I love when the skies were grey,
my preference to coffee,
turned different,
similar to my feelings toward you,
cold,
and all the songs I used to love,
still remind me of you,
but I dance my heart out to them,
so just take this as a tip,
falling out of love is not the end,
it’s the beginning.”

“Now sit down,
look around,
see everyone,
okay good,
now stand up,
go to the mirror,
and look at yourself,
what have you got figured,
anything yet,
or has someone already figured it out for you,
the other people you saw,
most of them might have figured out who they are,
but you,
not so much,
haven’t you,
but don’t you worry,
you know why?,
most of the people you saw,
put on a mask,
you could be thirty-two,
and still haven’t figured who you truly are,
and you don’t have to necessarily find out either,
you don’t have to constrain yourself,
to restrictions imposed by you,
“I think I am gay”,
“I think I am more reserved”,
you see,
you are you,
you fall in love when it happens,
your personality shows when you meet the right people,
so it’s okay if you haven't figured out yet who you are,
neither has most of us,
the fun is in the journey remember,
so look at yourself as an unsolved puzzle,
there is much more than beauty,
in the unknown.”