It was well past midnight
And my eyes still won’t fail me
How could they when I was shattered inside
They say walls have ears
But then windows got qualifications for eyes
And even though there were three in the room – window included
It seemed like the whole world was gazing at me

“My apologies,” I started
“Nice quote, who's that?” she ranted
The temperatures dropped
And took my heart with it
“It hadn’t dawned,” I pleaded
“Get fixed when it does,” she proceeded


Under stars I murmured thinking they’d ‘under-star-nd’
But even the moon and stars won’t get me
And for once
I felt like a ‘moon-star’

Mismatched flaws
Broken bones
Withered rose
Given till dawn

But that didn’t bother me
This did…

Do I really have to be that stone hearted?
That cold as in “Me at nil”
Not flat out broke but zero Kelvin – and still no chills!!
Blind to other people’s feelings and deaf to their opinion
Waltz on their emotions and limbo under their broken hearts
Numb to all reason so as to ascertain sense in my certainties
Do I?

Anyways,
Maybe I’m just paranoid with the whole dilemma of “Quoted Apologies”
Ranting about my perhaps misquoted intentions
My apologies

Drop the quotes
…

@TheSocialAntidote