I start braiding and making
Words to compose the
Newest tragedy i could
Sing after my bandaged
Heart breaks apart again -
It's not romantic, but painful.
And i have learnt better 
than to romanticise pain. 

This honey dipped misery
Gets sour by the day and
Then it's bitter - like the
Ends of cigarettes that
Some other broken soul
Is willing to quit -
Grief is hollow and relatable,
And heavier by the minute-
So it draws you together
Till you collide and create
A chaos worth watching. 

What if this is all i got now?
Misery is all i can offer-
If i reach out my hand and stretch
It to the farther end to offer
Will someone hold it knowing
It would callous their hands in
Ugly scars not worth of poetry?
And could our lonely grieving,
breathing souls make calloused
Love to each other till the universe
Breaks and falls a thousand times? 

Will they be my newest desperate
Displacement, to renew senses
Long dead? 
Will this feeling stab and stagger
To make me run? 

I am here, waiting, immovable-
To be hurt again, just to
Feel the pain, scared to step
Forward once again -
I am hearing footsteps, awaiting
Arrival. 
Waiting for a broken road
To be paved to my next chapter - 

I am tired, will they lift me up
And dip me in enthusiasm,
So that i could walk again? 

Will I ever walk again?