The first time in as long as I could remember, where I couldn't decide what I wanted to drink.
I hate this feeling.
I hate how you get me stuck between pointless texting and unseen emotions.
These are the times when my poetry sounds like a guilt filled eulogy.
I remember the unwelcome silence that came over every time you said that you loved me.
It still rings in my head.
These are the nights when I try deciphering the 'buts' that came along.
I have learned that there's nothing that could be done about one's unsurety.
All this while, you never knew if you loved me and now, I don't know if I have completely let you go. - Vignesh Desale, "Unsurety"