A Mess

Who am I? A Mess 

I am a mess, a careless mess. The floor is my absolute love, to maintain I keep tripping over things, falling and then get up embarrassed but it's all a part. Embarrassment is attached to me just the way I get attached to people, people who probably don't deserve it But I am a mess of hopelessness.

Love? Love is just too messed up, I don't even know if it exists or maybe does but I am a just a confused mess with a lot of 'maybes'. I wish these maybes turn into confident yes/no in the near future. 

I am mess because I expect a bit too much, get hurt and then do the Same again. Overthinking is my favourite hobby that has helped become a better mess. 

I am probably a movie that has loops that end abruptly or a tv drama that leads to weird turns or a poem that doesn't rhyme. But the words of my poetry attracts you even if you don't get them.

Letter To My Soul

Dear Soul,I am sorry ,I am selfish but I can't I can't let your tears show up to the people around me. I am forcing you to suppress your cry for my smile to the people who care or maybe don't but I can't let your tears be made fun of. You hide within me sharing all my emotions, you are pure even if I have scars. The day we smile together, the smile will be purest of all.Yours truly,Body.

Reply to an EX

Reply to an EX

Can we be back together? 
No, because I have killed the one who believed in you, the old me. 
I love the new me because I can smile without faking it. 
I have learned to stop being attached to people and believing they are going to stay forever.

Are you angry? 
No, not at all I am no more angry rather I am thankful for I have changed for better.
Today I am free.
And for all of it I am thankful to you.

Where it all started.

Where it all started

It all started from the very first poetry I wrote for you. I was nervous but I read it out to you in trembling voice with a fear of getting laughed upon but you appreciated it then with all the adjective you could, I wasn't a writer then I am not one today too but the emotions then are now faint memories of a nightmare or a beautiful dream that ended with an expected alarm. I loved to write for you then now I write for myself and I am not sure if I am good enough but it is okay because I happy that I can share them without fear of being judged because it doesn't matter anymore.

Wishes

The wish 

I wish to be the journey and not the destination because the destination might change,but the journey continues maybe with turns and twists but it is always there even after one reaches the destination they never forget the journey.

I wish to be the star that is going to shine after the fog, every time the fog covers the sky the star doesn't stop shining it just fades away for a while and shines brighter.

BUT, 

When I look at the moon I only wish to be one because people compare beauty to moon and moon itself has scars, I wish my flaws were too overlooked upon as the moon.