I Have

Credit: Fabrizio Corneli

Have you ever befriended someone whose every emotion was writing its own eulogy

Whose every smile was venom

Piercing through your flesh and your memories of tomorrow

Feeding into your –what ifs- and –what could have beens-

Whose tongue tasted of deceit?

Have you?

I have.

I have ‘treaded’ “trying” souls for miles

I, a mindless puppet with a lurking self esteem

I have stared at a blossoming rose in an empty bouquet

I, a fragmented being painting regret

I have asked a why after another

“He’s all that I do not have”

I have heard.