I seek for approval
while I shouldn't
I look for comfort
but I couldn't
it might be madness 
but the sceptism
running through my veins
has made its way to the crust
and I wisper in the clamour
for a piece of trust
Maybe breakups are difficult
but self loath is the worst
like walking on the moon
with the gravity crushing you
when the oldness evaporates
but you couldn't find anything new
yes, letting myself go was hard
but I couldn't watch her dying in the dark
I'm sorry if you rambled around 
writing poems about me
but trust me when I say
I miss myself more
the one who used to live within me.
This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'Breakup'

Leave a comment

Please note, comments must be approved before they are published