Ritwik Mahbub

I am the BOOT itching to come down on unsuspecting heads.

I am dying death.

I am cruel, callous and without consequence.

I am Orpheus crying.

I am mad, sad and dangerous to know.

I am flame in a cage.

I am terrible at poetry.

I am worst at what I do best.

I am blessed to be cursed.

I am sick of life.

I’m a little emo.

I am too full of hope, hope is what is ruining life for me.

I am in love, and I love it, but I do too hate it.

I love to love and love to hate but I hate the hope that love brings.

I hate myself and want to die, or I hate the world and want to kill.

I have broken the pattern of “I am”, am I now not?

I fell down a well, she pulled me up by my ankles.

I hate myself when I am not myself, when I am I live in a tooth.

I am in love with red and feeling blue.

I am seeing red and feeling.

I am feeling green, my BOOT beckons.

I am destruction crying in his cage, someone call child services.

I am Boddah, blown out of my head.

I am crying, dying, rarely sighing, denying those in me not flawed.

I am pondering the point of being. Sisyphus, dude, stop.

I am not like the many who say I don’t want to live, but nor do I want to die.

For I do want to live, but also do I want to die.

I am curious about killing curiosity.

I am sad I have nothing to be sad about.

I am destructiveness pointed inwards by empathy.

I am apathetic to it.

I am a junkie for pain and suffering. I would cross oceans to get my fix.

I am a frequent flyer, I fly across oceans and streams, all my troubles are carry-ons.

I am endlessly in love with echo.

I have written me a eulogy, I keep it in my front left pocket, just in case.

I am bleeding all over.