Romantic expectations

They say happiness lies in the smallest of things,

I say the same is home to anxiety too.

And more often than not, we feel willies creeping in,

Taking over us in a jiffy, eating us from within.

And it’s in such instances that I assess,

Whether it is my mistake or regret

To keep hearing those words again,

Letting myself hurt as I move ahead.

And while I stay undeniably glad,

To have lived and owned my choices.

I am also sorry for myself

For one’s respect is fended by oneself.

But amid all this chaos,

if there’s one thing that I have learnt,

It’s that you may break your neck trying,

But it’s still not going to be enough.

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