Details are always painful
Whether they are justifications
from a cheated partner or the
long monotonous description of a
curriculum's historical event.

Details always hurts
Whether these are the innumerable
unfulfilled promises of a minister or the
revealed reality of a schadenfreude
in disguise of your friend.

Details are always excruciating
Whether these are the tormenting
statements of a **** victim or the
soul piercing words of the people
living in blighted areas on social media.

Details always left you sombre
Whether they are the elucidation of your
acquaintance's tragic demise or the
rendition of a symbolic line in
Shakespeare's play.

Details always give you cold shivers
Whether it is listening to a horror
story in a solitary hostel room or the
sour scolding of your parents
for ******* up your exams.

The predicament is that
Details mostly give us a food
for thought but ultimately we all
end up grieving on things and doing
nothing about them.

Next time you encounter any DETAIL
that left you with even a bit of
of bad emotion,not just get grief-stricken
do something about it,so that you
don't feel bad when you confront it again.

and the way that you laugh, tongue on teeth
and the way that your styled like this "I am not a poet"
and the way that I know you are.
The way that you confuse me day in, day out,
and the way that I don't mind.
The way that I have showed you pen to paper,
And the way I'm trying to perplex you with these words.

Something that you should know as you walk along that track.
Your destinations clear and you are not coming back.

Something to contemplate that might cause a dis-rail. Or perhaps just slow you down as you are destined to fail.

You never read the small print, you never studied well. That's why your on this journey to Hell!

You signed your name in blood to get the things you could.
You never once took thought of if you really should.

You had your fifteen famous, you thought you were on your way.
But you didn't really think how soon it was till you would pay.

And now your on the path to Hell and looking really pale. Because the Devil is 'as they say' in the detail.

I've planned the perfect escape. Every path, every step, every breath. I have planned it all. Except from one single tiny detail. You. No matter how much I want you to you're not coming with me. This is why I'll never be leaving. This tiny detail is the reason for why I'll never leave. You're the reason why I'm missing this tiny detail

Finger tips tread lightly around her navel; chills exploding loudly, trying to refrain her movement projected in short rhythmic oooooo'ing