Broken Dreams

Wandering like a weirdo,

I am not at all leaving a chance,

To save them in bags,

Bags of books and old jeans,

Cited references of tears,

In every place, I go,

It is troublesome,

To accept the fate of break-up,

Which shattered my dreams,

Like we tore condoms for fun,

As I age,

I can't set limits to the definition of fun,

Everything which looks messy,

Is funny to me,

In those moments,

I see my reflection in every reference.