Is This Friendship?

Is This Friendship? By Vasu.A

Sometimes I feel like I am an extrovert, but the other times I believe myself to be an introvert. When it comes to reaching the apex heights of Friendship, I fall down the first step. Too scared to reach the top and jump with no reason to die brutal. We may have stepped on the wrong foot but restraining me from my chance to prove my friendship doesn't seem to be the right affair. We could hang out sometime, grab a coffee or a smoothie, whatever you like. I just ask my chance, let start fresh, waccha say? Do I deserve or the idea is too far-fetched? See too many questions, is this going out of hand? I have written something for you, just read appreciate if you like, else ignore it like we do with YouTube ads.

I laugh with you more than my ex
I share so more, I feel bless
At least for some time
I feel rest, I feel full, none less.
Calling us friends can't be justified
Unintentionally I may have done some wrong?
But the mistake was innocent
Can't we just ignore it and move on?

Perhaps I ask too many questions
Perhaps I may outlive the wrong
Sometimes annoying is not the perfect option
To make someone happy, light-hearted, and strong.

Incomplete from the beginning
Rough from the very start
At the end we all are humans
Can't make it to the sun,
Would you care to make paradise here?

I know so less of you
Unaware what's your inner strength
The capabilities, loving nature and habits in depth.
What you know of me?
Is it equal or portrays unfair
Unjust, forgettable and surpassed?

Introvert is not the correct word
Too far to be an extrovert
I sometimes find hard to make new friends
I sometimes fail to socialize
I totally suck in the outright art.

But around you, I am the real me
I come alive to be myself
I never wore the stole of fakeness
I reborn to desire a fresh life.

If you ever find these phrases lame
Don't blame just ignore my purpose to claim
Don't feel like you owe me one
Don't bother to care, leave this unanswered and hidden.

Some things are never meant to be fixed
Never born to be healed, the shatterings did most the work.
Sometimes the Icarus can't fly too close to the sun
It's hard to reach on the top without losing somethin
Hard to climb up the stairs
Without feeling the need to burn.

This is for you Prachi.