Tears

I could hardly cry. Not even handle the truth.
Only to choke on myself. I wish to cry over something I've lost. But have I ever found it to lose it?

I wonder who instilled that thought "keep going".
It makes me to go without looking back.

I can't have the power to say I love You. Neither do I have the strength to anticipate the response.

I wish to hold your lips to mine. Yet I know it will never be mine.
Tears could solve the problem. But it reminds me as an act of cowardice.

I wonder what is the true self me. Will you be sent down to reflect on me.

Ohm Shukraya Namaha