I hate it when things slip apart, 

When pieces fall from a fragile heart. 

I hate losing what I love the most, 

And fear turns me into a silent ghost. 

 

I overthink, but not too long, 

Fear makes my feelings feel so wrong. 

So I push away the ones I need, 

Craving space, but planting seeds, 

 

Of distance, silence hurt, not said, 

Ignoring what I need instead. 

I miss chances made for me, 

Let them pass, too blind to see. 

 

This habit grows, day by day, 

And I lose myself along the way. 

It’s hard to move, to start again, 

Hard to breathe through quiet pain. 

 

When things go wrong, I lose my light, 

I dim myself to make things right. 

I ignore the pull of what is true, 

Because at that point.. 

I disappear too. 

 

Supriya Paudel 

United College, Lalitpur