Felt

You always caught me at a bad time.

But I know,

that is not a good excuse.

Still,

till this point in time,

my reactions are not entirely understood.

Sometimes,

emotions based on sheer silliness,

become too overwhelming to bear.

My frail attempts to bear,

in turn become attempts to run away.

I do wish,

you do not matter as much.

I do hope,

I could take back my heart.

But when your anger swells,

it breaks my heart as well.

And I often wonder why and how,

you would still want the frustrating, silly self.

Just as I wonder why,

I'd still yearn to hear your voice tonight.