I don't care
About who you're new lover is
Or if she makes you happy
I don't care
If she is laying with you now
Or kissing those lips
I don't care
If you're playing with her hair
Or her heart  Like you did mine
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care

I am weak,
I am alone,
I see things other people don't.

I am broken,
I am cut,
I am everything she's not.

I want to bleed,
I want to cry,
All my life I'll wonder why.

I've Started reading my old works
My own literary corpses
From other places, other times
And lives I used to don

I've started meeting my old words
Like those friends forgotten
The ones, that even though have left
Still linger in the niches of my heart

I've started thinking of my past feats
Instead of my present failures
I gaze longingly at this visage of time
To make up for my lost delights

I've started questioning myself
My beliefs, my dreams and me
If I shed this cloak of apathy
What will I really be?

I've started something,  I'm not sure
But it's something unimportant
As it's just for me, my own tryst
But I've started finally.

Can scuttle shade to shade,
A bolting spider
Bringing back the day
My father died
So unexpectedly?

April 2nd,
April 2nd,
Twice
And down again
And scurrying unseen
To thrice.

How is it Time
Can simultaneously,
Throb slowly on
From troubled day
To troubled day,
An angling worm,
Obstinately crawling
Through stubborn clay?