Where have you been?
Why are you here?
It's a little late, don't you think?
Sometime ago,
I would've been terrified
with the fact that you don't need me.
Questions in my mind
don't know where they come from.
I end up questioning the questions.
Their baseless, meaningless words
floating into the space.
You shaped them once
but now I'm disoriented again.
More than ever.
They are initially a little prick at the back.
And slowly come forward
marking their territory.
I'm a very torn person.
You knew that all along.
I don't know any answers
but questions come to me naturally
as if I was born with them
and they, from me.
They're meant for you most of the time.
You see, I often sharpen their edges
on my tongue
and end up hurting myself.
Why me?
Why are you leaving me?
Did I do something wrong?
Can you forgive me?
The self deprecating neediness.
That's my only answer.
I can't seem to answer anything else,
especially when they come from you.
It's a little late to ask questions like
How are you so beautiful?
You're so brave, aren't you?
Aren't you proud of me?
Because you haven't asked me anything straight lately.
The thing that is the most head spinning.
"You don't need anyone else,
you have yourself."
I find this a fairly rendered void,
deprived of meaning.
We're all codependent beings.
There's no way we don't need someone else.
We just go from needing one person
to another.
We're all selfish.
We ask them to stay for our own needs.
Like you and me.
And let them go when the need is desiccated.
Like you and me.
I'm in a disarray.
After each letter, each word,
a mind numbing question mark I just can't reply to.
I never like rhetorics.
And you left me bundled up
in darkly mocking rhetorics.
Let me put it this way.
Sometimes a question is an answer in itself.
And I'm so afraid to know the answers.
Either way.
I'm starving
because I'm still torn
whether to erase you from my collective consciousness
or just find peace in the fact that
you and I are existing
under the same sky.