A heart broke thrice,
In countless pieces not to be precise
In a war, fought from one side
Still busy beating to survive.
The things I possess,
The people I prioritize,
I have a longing for, far too long
An irreversible equation, I hypothesize
I fear bubbles as they break
Happen for happiness, only for seconds
A feeling so fragile to hold
In a haste to have, before it ends.
The skin I touch, if it touches me back
Those fingerprints bleed, making marks
And their pheromones become my perfume
And I continue breathing in daunting darkness.
They know it all, they know it all
Yet they keep a mum.