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How light this anchor

feels,

how strong the

current.

You Cannot Create A Monster And Then Condemn It

With every storm you brought over the years,

First the window panes shattered.

Then the paint peeled.

then the cement wore out.

And when I asked you to call me home, 

you reminded me that I was only a building that deserved to wait.

Guilty

With you, I do not just smile. I

 glow.

With you, I do not just cry. 

I pour.

Without you, I don't just yell. 

I burn.

The Funeral

And maybe I ‘ll walk around, and huddle in a corner of the street 

because there is nothing to go home to

And maybe I’ll speak at length to strangers, hear them talk about what love and life means to them

because I am not sure what it means to me anymore after you

And maybe I will book a one way ticket and get away from the dustorm of late monday nights and early tuesday mornings 

Because ‘we’ may be dead in the real world but we live on in between my nights and mornings

And maybe.. just maybe I will keep my phone on, just incase you call. Just incase you call me to tell me there is something to come home to.

Intention Vs Action

... and the worst part is that we do not suffer the repurcussions of out good intentions. We suffer the consequences of our actions. The ones we took. And the ones we never did.