This is for You to Realise.

I’m tired of the unanswered calls.
The numerous times you drift away
Makes me wish I’d let go of all,
And adapt to new pains each day.

Things might have taken a better turn,
Life could have been less of a surprise
Lessons, perhaps a few less to learn:
Perhaps you’d stayed - to wipe my eyes.
Like all who’d said that they’d stay,
You too turned back on your words,
Found your own path, and walked away
Leaving me with just a few memory-shards.



This is for you to realise.



I don’t weep tears of sorrow each night,
Though that’d appear ‘not normal’ to you.
And just in case you thought I couldn’t fight:
My torn life, I’ve begun to learn how to sew.
If in the mood for any other surprise,
You should know that I’m moving on with life,
I’m running around again, chasing butterflies,
Shedding you off, learning to survive.

This, is for you to realise.