Into a butcher, to chop flesh
Of my memories as pieces of
Songs I've been in love.
The bloody hassle down this
Nostalgic path to find you
The best songs- to curate you
The best playlist
It's hard not to expect you
Yap about the music and
Scream about it from a
High tower of your city.
But I gotta keep my expectations
Low you know? I always get
Ahead of myself in these things.
Only to sit and wait for others to
Catch up. Then regret and
Curse myself in frustration.
For hopping on such a journey
To begin with.
This euphoria fails to subside,
But when it does my eyes hurt
And my head blurs as if I'm in a
Caffeine withdrawal.
This strange attitude of mine
To feel deeply. Outlive four-five
Oceans despite knowing,
A mere drop is our reality..
It comes with a cost.
Goes on leaving its marks.
I attach myself deeply and
That's why, feel betrayed easily.