i'm still waiting for that
emotional breakdown
in public
while getting lost in the
murmurs of a sea of people
where is my deliverance?
i've looked for it inside
cold rooms, dusty crossroads,
and in your company
but this chasm
inside my chest can't
seem to stop from
swallowing any ounce
of happiness that decides
to blossom in my heart
show me public displays
of consideration
i'm so tired of being put
on hold every time you
have to look after someone
else first
too tired of being left alone
in the spot, like i'm
suspended in mid-air and
there's no warning for
when gravity decides
to work again
i stood on the sidewalk,
looked at how the city
was so alive and how i also
wished i felt the same
i got lost in a crowd
of strangers and amidst the madness
i fell in love
with the city
because etched in its
memory is our collective
melancholy --
our everyday struggle
to live,
to belong,
to get lost,
to breathe

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