coping with rudeness

what's better?

wearing your heart on your sleeve
and having it destroyed daily

or having defense mechanisms
humor, diversion, sarcasm,
and dying slowly inside
every minute

the accidental migrant

Seeing your parents
struggle, scrimp, save,
put aside their pleasures
for you,

You grow up thinking
this is the way to be

forgetting, all the while,
that your parents

were first generation
they did it because
they had no choice
because they
couldn't afford not to

And when it is you time
to make it in the world
You put off your pleasures
working too hard
taking the next opportunity available
without thinking
that it is taking you away
from what makes you happy
because it is the only way to be
that you know

and you are left with a dry life.
and unlike your parents,
with no narrative to explain
your dry life

colliding planes

It felt very real then,
But I am ready to discard
All that I felt before
As fake

 Though for you,
it still is real,
And will always be

What does that say about us?

The dark one

Brought down
From infinitely wise
To merely clever
From erudite and strategic
To luckily intuitive
From revered and esteemed
To vapidly worshipped
From loved and loving
To lewdly lusty

And yet you,
Do not fail to dazzle
In all your forms

What would the world do
With the real you

The fortune teller

When you dread to hear
Words you said years ago
When regrets
Accusations
Decisions taken
Roads chosen
Are all blamed on
Words you said
Long long ago

The real thing

How you make
Everything that came before
Seem like play acting

Introvert

It's such a relief
To be with someone who talks
And i can just listen and nod

Compared to the torture
Of small talk