I have been pretending. Daily, routinely.
But I get tired sometimes,
of the hollowness and isolation.
Of how no one ever gets to know
what I hide behind this facade.
This wasn't supposed to be like this.
The romcoms and happy endings,
always mentioned a prince charming
A knight in shining armour who would
take me away from this soulless pain.
And I have been waiting my whole life,
but I am tired now.
If you're stuck in a bloody traffic jam,
could you atleast send me a text?
For I want to know whether,
I should wait or move on. Could do that.
Have been doing it. Daily, routinely.