Stones

When everyone
throwing stones
at you-
I'll pick it up
and pack for you
it's the least
I could do
As polite
As I used to

Home

I had to slap

myself a few times

I kept going back

to that moment

when he kissed me

so tender

I almost died -

The feeling

is so natural

it felt literally

like home 

Decision

I don't need
a reminder
of the things
that's used to be sweeter
loving me was an option
Choosing me wasn't a distortion
Lying to me was your excision
stop telling me
how nice it had been
it was indeed
but now it is misdeed
you showed me your revision;
but I've made my own
Moving one-
It's my choice and decision

Music

The Music
mimics
the loud voice
inside my head
I couldn't let it out
But I can feed it
with the euphony
of my pain

Don't have the time

During this dark moment
I don't have time
to even mourn and-
I sat down and think
of all the chores and dues
I have to meet
I couldn't even
shed a tear
I have to defeat
all the fears
the brain couldn't
stop running
the hands couldn't
stop fixing
even at my lowest part
I don't have time
to mend my heart

Pretend

One minute
he's home
other time
he's gone
you could
never comprehend
the life
I have to
pretend

Lament

There were moments
I sometimes wonder
all those omens
I have encountered
In the past
or in the present
I cannot discern
which one is
a pitiful lament