Like two young ducklings,
clumsy at our best;
we linger around
each other,
never finding our nest
where we could eventually
lay down,
some place which could
potentially put an end
to our juvenile restlessness.
Complaining in our hearts
when we are way too far;
trying to come near,
even vanish the heartache
inducing gap betwixt us;
however, scared to our cores,
of the teasing glances sent our
way,
even more frightened of the
reaction we will extract
from each other,
because trust is something which
we lack,
in each other as well as our
own selves.
So we, at the end of the day,
announce in our heads,
"We are better this way,
better when far away."
For the unnamed feelings we have,
they render our minds foggy.
Around each other,
we indeed turn into an
intoxicated pup,
not knowing whether to bark
or bite, or simply sit beside.
It is only when one
gets genuinely hurt,
does the intoxication fly away.
But ego comes in,
blocking our way
from apologizing,
from steering clear of the
blunders we commit.
So we get back to
square one,
back to where we starred,
throwing longing glances
when nobody notices.
But when in midst of
acquaintances,
we act like mere strangers,
repeating in our heads,
"We are better this way,
we could not be trusted
when way too close."
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I hope
Poetry"Heart breaks and tear stains. sleepless nights and foggy eyes. Shattered dreams and unuttered cries They might comprise my days so far, yet, in midst of the chaos and emotions, I will rise with fire in my eyes." Cover by: @Glass_Sword
