Broken Lines I Created Myself

it ended before it started--

being one with the blowing wind,

I am the dust in your eyes

you tried hard to get rid.

Trying hard to be perfect,

I saw myself disfigured.

A free air molecule

sealed in the vacuum of hope.

I connected the dots,

hoping it will lead me to you.

Then when I’m halfway through

I lost in touched with you.

I overestimated myself,

there ain’t a start to begin with.

Slowly, slowly, I made progress

without knowing I made a fool out of me.

As I now picked the shattered pieces

of broken self-made promises,

the end line I never saw myself

must be a fantasy you embedded into me.

MikaTa

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