Pleasant Uncertainty

I don’t know how I feel about him.
Maybe its his laugh or his ability to make me laugh,
Maybe its his confidence or his ability to make me confident,
But there’s not a single moment anymore that is grim.

I don’t know how I feel about him.
The wind doesn’t seem softer,
The sky doesn’t feel brighter,
Violins aren’t playing in the background,
But the butterflies in my stomach scream he’s besides me.

I don’t know how I feel about him.
Every minute spent seems insufficient,
Every conversation feels incomplete,
Every third person seems as an intruder,
Maybe it’s all in my head,
Oh! Will this war ever end?

I think I know how I feel about him.
It’s been a tiresome travel,
It’s been a consuming whirlwind,
But maybe he’s waiting at the end of the tunnel,
To be there in need or to kiss me,
But I am certain,
The butterflies were right.

The Challenge

They don’t see me with the same eyes anymore,

I doubt they’re even interested.

I just wish they’d dig deeper,

Maybe they’d find what they seek.

“Don’t care about what people think,

Stand tall and just wink.”

How can I, when my happiness

depends on what they perceive?

“Life is a journey, stay strong”

“The good, the bad, it’ll all pass”

I am tired of these clichés now,
But alas tomorrow holds the same fate.

All I want is, to disappear in thin air,

Become invisible, escape,

Since when did it become so hard to perish?

Here I thought surviving was hard.