You will never break me
I can do that by myself
I’ve seen in my life’s undertaking
There’s very chances at help

Every moment is waking
Even when eyes are closed
As I slumber, the ground is quaking
What I’ll wake to, I don’t know

There will always be this fear
Just in different increments
Anxiety dwelling near
And the things it presents

No pity is wanted
This is said for understanding
There caverns of my mind are haunted
By wound, by weight, by branding

Don’t even try to push me
I am falling just fine
I’m not expecting any cushioning
But there’s a slight hope I’ll fly

The wings have yet to sprout out
Whether they will or not, who knows
We all crash, of that there is no doubt
But from it, not all of us grow

Bear with me for a few minutes or throughout majority of the poem.
There’s some writers block with me.
Yet there’s a need deeper than my subconscious to write about you. A wholesome want that needs not be subliminal.

Each word, each syllable drips baring truth.
No seduction, no romance or any other double entendre.
It’s just a need to write, not for you but to write and it happens that you are the subject.

Growth comes with its formality.
Change opens our eyes to reality.
And the whole process either makes or breaks our mentality.
Not really sure whether you’re afloat or being pulled down by gravity.
That’s just the whole nature of being an entity.

Empty, sometimes growth leads to that.
Hollow, a formidable pit that keeps getting deeper.
It drags you but then again what can be done?
You’re just a life seeker.
Trying to get more, to feel more just without the ruckus of pain.

A turmoil,
You roll and roll and spin and wonder why am I moving so much, so fast?
It’s a process.
Never mind feeling confusion.
It’s just an illusion.
Or a way of getting your mind to really look at things.

I hope I didn’t lose you.
Because often in search of truth we get lost.
And no I am no truth but I’ll bring you honesty.

Consequences. No more, no less than the word guilt. We live in it, sometimes take pleasure in it. But primarily grow because that is it’s end game. Growth.

Self awareness.
Look in the mirror and appreciate, not what is outside or inside but what is you. Because growth is that, appreciation of self.

Incomplete. A feeling so deafening, so loud and corrupt. A feeling that can just be so abrupt to your conscious.
And so for that be cautious.

The mind requires freedom and love. Love from yourself and freedom from your negative self.
Only then can you truly feel growth.
And only then can you see yourself past the pain and tribulations.

This poem is not done, but it is complete.

day 1
as someone who forgot how to love and wanted nothing to do with commitment, you made me question my feelings constantly whenever i was around you.

unknowingly, i was bringing myself closer to you and you made it so hard for me to stay away.

what seemed to be a fling, became a thing.
a thing where i could actually see go far and that scared me.
i didn't want to break myself again but was i ready to risk it all for you?

i was and i did.

that night, i remember tears streaming down my face.
tears that clearly explained my love for you through the vulnerability displayed.
it was there and then, i saw you risking it all -

by loving me back.


day 765
as someone who is so comfortable with your love and used to having you here, you're making me question my feelings constantly whenever you are not around.

knowingly, we are slowly drifting apart and you are making it so hard for me to stay with you.

what seemed to be forever, is almost coming to an end.
an end where i never saw coming and it scared me.
i didn't want to break myself again so why did i risked it all for you?

because i love you.

tonight, with tears streaming down my face.
tears that clearly explained my love for you through the vulnerability displayed.
it was right now that i realized,

you don't feel the same anymore.

Sometimes, it’s very difficult to trust you.
The butterflies in my stomach are alive again
But not because of love
This time
It’s because of incertitude
You changed
The sparkle in your eyes is gone
Your smile is so fake
Your chest is so cold
So I know
It’s not my brain
It’s your attitude

If you are not able to accept others as they are, it's because you don't accept yourself as you are. Stop in your intention to change the other and start by changing you..
Look at life from another point of view laugh live it and accept the people around you as well as they are.