Falling in disgrace,
Aiming for my worst mistake,
Showing taste of vulnerability,
Having no one to hold my face,
While I quietly say,
"We're going to be okay"

Nodding in agreement showing disinterest
to the words I've just had uttered,
Couldn't imagine but think,
"It was inevitable anyway"

Pausing and replaying these nostalgic memories,
two years ago, at the back of my mind,
Chuckling to myself and cogitating,
"The infatuation I had for  someone,
Didn't chose me back,
But in reality, it really did bleed me to death"
Death do withholds,
The plenipotentiary brawn to embellish,
As I, a nobody,
Could not stop for death,
It obligingly stopped for me

Death made it attainable,
As it succumbed onto me to constitute,
Words that once made it strenuous,
Enounced confronting apathetic ghosts,
But now, the journey concludes with,
"As inevitable, the proclivity had made me,
Fought endless battles that I wouldn't had hoped,
Perhaps, saving my breath,
Scathing utter bull,
Inked with several pages,
From a nobody, like me,
Would've wanted it,
"Engrossed"
-Areeba Khan.