The Universe is Our Poetry

Choosing Battles

i have two options —

i.

get mad at you
for never knowing
how to listen
when i finally open up
something that burdened me
the past weeks or so

ii.

accept the fact that
i put too much expectations
on people
and clearly get irritated
because of my own set of standards

in the same way
that i had been given grace
i must remember to
extend the same

and so today, i choose
not to bear grudges
and maybe
just finding the right crowd
of listeners

too much anger
in the heart
won't do good to anybody
much more so
in a relationship