An introvert by choice

When fragmented thoughts pull me on opposite directions.

When masks have failed to accompany me anymore.

When my finger tips have become indolent enough to move.

When I need a blank slate to sketch my traumas

But get repugnant with the thought of meeting myself with the crudities.

When I want to be poetic but lose every rhythm.

When my internals are being devoured but I maintain the poise.

When I want to know if love exists as I perceive or the romantic notions are just meant to deceive? 

When I am a silent stranger amongst the acquaintance,

I know I am an extroverted introvert..and that too by choice.

What I hailed as mutual love turned out to be just an echo of my longing for you..

It's good that now I don't see your visuals in the song that struck the chords of my heart

I don't see our faces in those strolling around.'

I don't even know if I could claim the memory as ours.

Maybe I have traveled the journey so far with your shadow

But now the shadow too ditches me as it anticipates my agony of realisation.

And yes people come to teach you how love should be disinvested because note every heart seeks to know your vulnerabilities.