A zone with no landings

On friendships and love...

Pain dominates the discussions of Friendships—
often the ones revolting against stillness

but, no-one mentions what comes way before.

Because the past months were a experience on it,
made me learn a lot about friendships, and emotions.

They are strange…emotions. They are strange.

They arrive before words do.

Before labels.

Before confessions.

The glass starts to overflow, and suddenly there isn’t a bigger container to hold it.

i don’t know what was more unsettling, the act itself, the duration of time under which it occurred, or what happened after it’s occurrence?

Their minds wore the anklets of love, and sway beyond the boundaries,

I took their explanations.
The nature of emotions or their nature.

The flights of confession (usually) land on the ground of zones,

Their flights were supposed to crash.

I thought I was closing a chapter, but they resorted to pleas.

I granted one, and soon, too many.

Genuine emotional connection felt replaced by strategy

A game in every text, wondering what move they would pull next.

Restlessness in every conversations,
Boundaries waiting to be understood, and feelings heard.

It became a masochist’s favorite treat…

Love dressed as guilt
actions reeking sin.

Every choice became a challenge
every look became a refuge
every emotion a secret, and the person a guest.

There was hope of what could and grief of what was.

Their eyes made me a sadist

yet, I wished the best.

Perfomance become my state and Exhaustion identity,

The friendships that started with banters ended on apology.

I knew my decision from the beginning

but their entitlement was cunning.

i gave them the request they made and
returned me with a punishment i never asked,

the martyrdom of entitlement preserves no one,

well…that is a matter of fact.