Love and Other Anxiety: a poetry collection

Own Misery

and when the room filled with darkness, i was crying, sitting on my bed. there's a demon inside my head that only your words could get but still can't.

i wasn't at stable state but look at you, always on your feet, standing still. it's not your fault to be like that. i'm just jealous of how you look sturdy and unresponsive.

and when morning comes, it is as if it never came, you still wanted to lie on the fortress. yet, i was there, juggling sorrows and behind my shadow is a question game.

admit it, it was a natural way of your being, being nonreactive. immobilized by certain gut to stay idle on my miseries. to be honest, it was hard, collecting pebbles of ambiguity because i know am no one's liability.

faded jeans, narrow halls, smell of a smoke along balcony. there's this huge frown in my face that you can't decipher. little did you know, i was playing along with your quiescent gestures but deep down i was bleeding - under my own misery.