travelled on the roads
too many of the sleepless nights
happy, anxious, lonely
in the hope of just one thing
Love.
people called it mountains
but you couldn't see
for you they were just pebbles.
none of it mattered
when my share of love was counted
none of it showed any weight on the balance.
it became
your own made up situations
vs
my hard attempts to keep your insecurities away,
your overthinking
vs
my over explaining,
your beauty sleep
vs
my nights ruined in the journey,
just to fulfil your needs,
just to soothe your pain
and it all went in vain.
the long walks I took
to save some pennies for us,
it became long enough for you;
