Put the Broken Things together
And see the bigger picture
Things that were once
Hoped to be a whole again
Something made together
But now I carry it alone
Or do u carry some of the Broken Pieces too?
Do you look down at your hands when the sharp edges cut?
Like glass it used to shine, tempered in fire, made on the sands of distant beaches
Now I look through those Broken Pieces
I see blood on my hands

I sometimes miss this girl
who enjoys sitting in cafès
with her emptied cup.
She who finds grace
in the presence of waiting
And believes in happy ending.

I sometimes miss this girl
who's so good at self consolation.
She who patronises self rule
more than any other,
Someone who's still whole.

Now cafès reminds me
not with coffee fragrant promises
But of bitter tanged memories
While sitting becomes restless waits
I have come to miss the girl
I was before you-

I still long of me a little.

It's okay to cry alone
For some reasons why
It's okay to smile
You don't need to tell why
It's okay to miss someone
Because to miss someone
Doesn't happen once
It happens over and over
It's okay if it happens again.

Television static,
Echoing loud and clear,
Pulse accelerating,
As I feel my fear,

The pain point emerges,
It stings and throbs,
The physical manifestation,
Of my selfish flaw,

I’m hurdling through hoops,
A million miles a second,
My insides a rorschach test,
Contorting as you beckon,

Fighting inner turmoil,
Digging deep through the soil,
Trying to plan my seeds,
To stay true and loyal,

My heart aches for fantasy,
My heart yearns with envy,

For passion,
For your touch...
To drown in your love.

Contentment,
you're never alone

She longed for you in lonely nights
Of pouring rains and flickering lights.

She looked for you from steepy heights to sloping grounds,
on rolling tides and sandy bars.

She loved you since and loves you still.

She has coped  with the thought, you're not her's to keep and hold.