Updated: Feb 1
I'm good at staying up
all night weaving dreams of
a future which seems nothing but a
far fetched dream with someone
who's heart I know I'll break.
I'm good at being a person who
believes in chances just as much
believes in north pole and
elves and Santa,
nearly, completely, absolutely not.
I'm good at running away just
when someone gathers all the bravery they
have in their heart and opens
up the bareness of their soul and hands
me their heart, as delicate as it is,
to hold and keep safe,
I'm good at running away, just then and there.
I'm good at weaving stories of
fairy tales and happy endings,
when all my book shelves are filled with
hopeless romance and tragedy of
all sorts. I'm good, so good, at looking
right in my own eye and denying
the fact that I am scared of eternity
and the very idea of it.
I'm good at writing this poem and intricately hiding my inability
to love and be loved in the lines of
each if its verse, I'm good, at lying
and so habitual of it, that
I am no longer good at recognizing my truth.
I'm good, at throwing away my chances
and blaming the universe for it.
And you'll never be good enough to
look right through it and
make me believe in whatever it is that we have.
And neither will, I be good enough at it.
Written by Shikha Shrishti