She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

a gap of comprehension
between me and myself
i wander in the lands of pretension
to know what’s in the shelf
a gap of comprehension
lies there when a kid shouts
noise of attention
to find mother’s whereabouts
a gap of comprehension
exists in teaching and learned
a welcoming of opposition
to get what was yearned
a gap of comprehension
is there whenever i write about God
a scribble of solicitation
to get away from societal nod

So many poems
and stories
have gone unwritten
due to fear of not being good enough

Maybe the sand loved the waves
because everytime they left,
they always cam eback.

I don't know what to write
because when I write about your laugh
I miss the days when we would laugh endlessly.

When I write about your eyes,
all I can see is is the light blue that I could get lost in

Every single time.


So I don't know what to write,
because I only want to write about you...

But I can't write about you,
without hurting myself more