“appetite” – Nayana Nair

god, don’t give me the ideal.
i have lived here too long.
now i can’t seem to love
anyone who is not a bit mean,
who doesn’t bite back.

i seem to only have the appetite
for unsure feelings.
i can only tolerate to hug
something that is breaking,
a breaking that nothing can stop or change.

and on the nights when i became aware
of my own faults and the end it is leading to,
i could only stop crying
because i was hugged back
by a faulty product of your factory .

thank you for breaking this world,
for breaking me
so slowly and so beautifully.

9 Comments

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thanks a lot for the reblog πŸ™‚ πŸ˜€

  1. So many would identify with this

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Glad you found it relatable πŸ™‚ Thank you so much πŸ™‚

  2. blindzanygirl says:

    This is so human. So many would feel like this

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thank you dear πŸ™‚
      Glad you found it relatable πŸ™‚

      1. blindzanygirl says:

        You are welcome Nayana

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thanks a lot πŸ™‚ Really glad that you liked my poem πŸ™‚

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