Written days after Valentine’s Day meant for my Valentine 

 

Caved to what he thought they can be,

with something that pulls along the corner;

was the doubt that he never wanted to see

to entertain and that will contain.

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Who fell through the cracks of misdemeanours and love;

where he thought being someone he can’t be, helped.

That what he wanted was to be someone; who was  someone else as well.

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Drowned high in thoughts

a dose of reality could send him through chaos;

in the mind of a lovesick boy.

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Hoped for the best to make him happy,

where he could’ve found it in someone else.

Only to be left alone,

for someone else.

.

“Wants to feel content again”

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“How are you going to be that sure

that it’s going to be okay?”

the sad boy asked

I don’t know how to feel yet

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The sickly sweet tunes played along on this ukulele

are played by the lovesick boy who had fallen

into the hands of the hands of someone else.

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Only till then will he break, that he’ll just give up

trying, to believe; that love like this ever exists

for a little love-sick boy.

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Where then he swam in a sea of make-believe

 

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