I was a stranger among friends
A thorn in the way
Never felt more out of place
Than when expected to stay
I was a broken piece of mirror
Couldn’t see my own reflection
The fears that came to haunt me
Hid quickly behind a distraction
I was the supposed happy child
The one that got her way
Or did they just tell themselves that
So they could have their way?
I was an outsider looking in
Seeking a place to belong
Perhaps by searching too hard
Is how things got so wrong
I was an almost melted candle
Extinguishing the light as I floated
They expected me to rebuild myself
Had been alone nearly half her life, and yet never felt more lonely than when she finally had a partner.
Is there any fragrance better than the oh-so-unique-one that is just purely a book?
I don’t know if its the same with all you guys, or whether I’m the odd one out here; but I stand by my statement. That special scent can make me utterly content in a matter of seconds.
Ten years of marriage,
all were spent childless
Nine other families,
always looked down on her
Eight failed appointments,
at the doctor’s
Seven days everyday,
she prayed for a miracle
Six different advices,
from ‘with-child’ couples
Five times they wondered,
if it was enough
Four hundred tests,
all in vain
Two hearts break
One buried baby;
Was all that remained.
At lunch break they open their snacks
And secretly peek in each other’s bags
A sandwich, an apple, a banana, a bread
With glee, he opens his own as well
The paper bag rustles as he looks inside
Only to realize her memory’s lapsed
No matter how advanced our technology becomes, doodling on paper has its own charm.
You told me you were fine
Yet your eyes told a different story
You told me you wanted to be alone
Yet your body twitched to be held
You told me everyone has problems
Yet the lines on your face said something else
You told me you don’t care
Yet you stopped me from leaving
You told me to move on
Yet your heart chose to stay
You told me not to meddle
Yet my love for you said otherwise.