Clinging for survival

It is meant to break you
Only the best will survive
- a little life
#inspiration

Elasticity, loss of

Such a whole lot of difference
Between getting your heart broken
At 15 and 30

The elasticity
The bounce
The hope
At the back of your mind

That you don't even know
Exists
When you are 15
Sail you through

And you realize how much
It had helped
Only when you
Don't have it anymore

#youthiswasted
#ontheyoung

(Will i look back and say the same
Of me today, when im 45?)

The forecast

The next four years,
He had said,
Will be of exploration

And it was as if
My whole life
Had been preparing
For this stint

Of hopping from
One preoccupation
To another
With barely time to breathe

As if preparing for
Old age when i
Don't have to tell myself
Oh shoot i never did that

How was i to know
That anything i started
At this time
Would never flower
Beyond the first stage

And that it would include
You

Still learning to deal with

On stage the two players
The two men
Smiled at each
Continuously
Conspiratorialy
Like lovers

I whipped around
To tell you
What i thought -

It's not a good sign when

All of your daydreams
And mental simulations
End with you shouting
"Leave me alone"

Where did i go wrong?

I conclude that i had done
Nothing wrong,
Despite your attempts
To convince me otherwise

I had always done my best

And my best, it appears,
Was not enough
And will never be

The split

Only something like this
Lets me truly understand
The nature of the lines

The split, then,
means not sorrow alone
Unlike the decline
It is a period of equal
joy and grief

While those lucky few
with islands
withstands the upheavals
to meet again

Those with the split

Drift further and further apart