And honey if I ask you about all your problems,
I fear all your answers would lead to me.
Because I am everything you never expected in a person.
And I did realise, I could be nothing the people thought I could be.
Or even I thought I could be or was capable of.
Because I am made of storm clouds within my very vessel,
Which decide to stay dormant for most of its living.
But I put people down,
I lose them in the process.
But I reach upto their expectations,
I lose them a little later.
Holding on,
Can hurt more than letting go, sometimes.
But the bravest thing I ever did was run.
And I am not what people expect me to be,
Or what people think I could be or I am.
I wish to think I am who I am capable of becoming and who I am on the verge of being.
And perhaps I could never enclose the eyes of my heart,
When I see you lose your promise of never leaving me again.
But I can enclose the ears of my heart,
When you make your inevitably breakable promise,
So when the time comes,
It can hate you less.
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