oh the irony

after years and years and
years of 
being forgotten
everytime I went back
to a place 

and because of 
my nomad
nature

I learnt
how to 
disappear.

it's funny
because I can
sense
the breaking point
in any relationships 
I have.

I can't accept
breaking apart from 
things,
and if I do
I do it abruptly

and I hurt
everyone.

and I gain
enemies.

and everyone
is disappointed
in my inconsistencies.

so am I,
believe me.

after
so many loved ones
I left behind
I sense
goodbye handshakes

and heart breaking
speeches and
hugs which
will never be the same.

life is always
changing
around me
and if I had
to live with
my past
I would be 
dead already.

that's why
I disappear
from resposibilities
and maybe
that's also why
I can't
apologize.