“Walking towards you on the crutches of fear and hope” – Nayana Nair

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I keep waking up to a different reality,
a different you
and everything that you have been till yesterday
seems like something my mind made up
and all the love you have in your heart
seems little less mine.

But I keep walking towards you
even when I know I probably should not.

I keep waiting
for words of truth,
or words of sincerity,
or words of past that I believed in
to find their way back to your mouth.

I keep hoping that
words will be enough, that you will be enough
for this love to breathe again.

But I am also afraid that nothing you give up,
nothing I give up
can get back what we had, even if we tried.

“Crutch” – Nayana Nair

I let your hand become my crutch.
I let your feelings for me
become a means of my own validation.
I let “love” slip
from my mind.
Being the center
of your tiny universe
has ruined me, has undone my heart.
You are too close, too close to be seen
or to be cared for.
Each morning your face reminds me
how you are become one step closer
to achieving invisibility in my eyes.
“i cannot imagine not being your everything”
is not the same as “i love you”.
I wonder if you know that.
I wonder if you know
that this difference
of what I feel
and what I should
is killing anything humane left in me.