As far as feelings go, 

I'm the last one you should ask. 

I've been meeting too many emotions

That I have lost my way.


Disjointed lines 

And heartbreaks altogether 

Made me a vicious predator

Of mine own self. 


I am lost 

And I am hurt along ever bittersweet line

Of your memories 

And of mine-self.


Left with nothing else, 

But my body

In which the soul resides 

Soul I say?

Rather surprises me

That I haven't been in touch. 


All i can do now, 

Is hope. 

Hope to turn the tables around someday 

And meet myself again.


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