Either I want to loosen my grip
on the tether of control
Or I want to achieve
perfectionism.
Category: poetry
I miss you.
Your memories are so dearest
They make the present look lifeless
And future, much worse
Equations
I find it hard to believe sometimes
That I don’t receive the love
I give away in abundance
But then I am so bad at maths
I must have messed up the algorithm
Life lessons
I always look back at life
to acknowledge the progress i’ve made
But today when i look back
I notice everything has gone downhill
I guess it’s the first time i’ve realised
what progress looks like
Saudade
Do you miss me too?
Or is it just me,
missing myself?
Empathy
I read about you
I relate,
And i get scared.
As if i am living through all of you,
One by one
And have no existence of my own.
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