Most of all

Courage, you kept 
While running in a direction

That would never end 

But you forgot 

That you weren’t alone 

I tied the laces on those shoes 

And I kept the water bottles 

At every junction 

And now you run 

Like you’ll never make it 

Because you run 

Like you’ve already made it 

It’s unfair 

To want you to be miserable 

To want you to remember 

The moments that led you off the cliff 

I pushed you

Because I knew you’d never fall 

And yet, 

You run from me most of all 

How you read

Abandoned words
come together
on this old
sheet of paper
Old friends unite
Old flames ignite

Surrendering to
a past unknown
Forgiving a
future untold

Godless
yet pious
The words
write themselves
While the pen hisses away,
Each emotion blinds and fades

Is this a story
or a poetry?
It all depends,
on how you read

All of them

It isn’t a normal day 

I had company today 

Bright vigilant eyes 

Soaking mine 

Peering so deep 

All I could see was me 

Alone he was 

Scouting ins and outs 

Alone I was 

Oblivious, drifted and flawed 

For a second, I could tell 

He was me and I was all of them