I don’t have much good memories of you
Yet you managed to discard things tying me to the few
Do boundaries mean anything to you
How could I trust when I am not respected
You are not a child
No use to throw tantrums to get what you want
Certainly no use to hide your misbehavings
Chance is for whom taking it seriously
Only when I am gone you will stand to be a man
I am the floating jetty
Anchoring between you and your full potential
I was a bit down
yesterday
I stuck in that melancholy rug
I even took a walk
to the bluest sky
and bathed in the most
striking sunshine
I restrained myself from
looking at the shadow patch
where no grass would grow
I turned off the sad tunes
of agony moans
I even played aeroplane
when dining alone
So one spoon full after the next
I conducted self care
By the nightfall is
when the vampires roar
I wrote myself a cheeky poem
to dig myself out of the
depressive hole
