The Outburst

I recall the outburst from when, for the

very first time, ever since I met you

When I didn't call or text and

You didn't do that either.

I remember how miserable it made

me feel, because you knew, I knew,

that was the strangest thing for us

to even make any of us believe.

Thought you'd at least ask me,

if I was doing well but you didn't.

So, I made myself believe,

"You were busy" just so that

I could easily move away.

That "waiting for you and your calls"

was like a countdown.

Felt like my heart would skip a beat or,

It might burst, with the tick-of-a time-bomb.

Keeping myself away was obviously

freaking me out but, fighting my fears

and overcoming my concern for you,

was far more scarier and hurtful than-

any of us could ever imagine.

The lines that I now write sync to,

no love song anymore.

'cause the moment you left,

our dreams & our home

was all shattered.

Now, all of my feelings and emotions

have drowned in your love even more

than before and oh, the pain it brings!

The more I repel and try to run,

The more I get indulged and I never learn.

Many of you would bluntly be reading this,

like it was an ordinary rhyming script.

Fewer know,

I play the melancholy music in the

background of all my poetries these days.

Thinking about all the plans we once made,

Now I just wonder if it matters, anyways.

I guess it does, to you, I know it does,

Because I feel that you're just hiding it.

But still, on the other days I question myself,

"Are we even going to vibe that way ever?"

In the search of the answers,

To such questions, with an

inquisitive nature and a hope in my heart,

I keep moving forward but,

I still, as in staying in the same place.

I'm living our dreams,

In our safe place!