It’s strange, how the heart breaks
at things seemingly insignificant,
and you are left scarred
yet words fail to blame
anyone else but yourself.
The outside world as pathetic it may be
pales in comparison to the darkness inside
and leaves us in a void
you can never recover from.
Some losses are simply irreplaceable.
You want to ask why,
but you already know the answer.
Nothing is ever enough
and well, love is just love,
overrated yet never truly understood.
Above all, no matter how much
I cry or howl,
or tear myself apart,
I don’t deserve to be loved.
_nayani
A traveller's sojourn 