~Neha Lekhak
you were nothing but the rude voices
the clashing of swords and staves
you broke me so hard
i had to vent it out
played with my heart
for you to curse me
with every nook and corner
your will
would ever have to offer to me
oh love
you should have believed me
when i had said,
"i am your little girl
and you are
my favorite bonhomie"
i would forever hate to let you go
i had tried with all my might
but couldn't leave you alone
as time savored my broken parts
my character had to take off
her unrelenting costume
and unyielding face mask
the way you killed and shattered
each of my nerves apart
cried
bloated
rebuked
until i couldn't consume myself within
the fierce and lawless that you were
the fierce and lawless that you turned
(me into)
i created chances
for you to blow me out and leave me
the only golden moments to go fleeting
a compassion beyond pain
and only
if i had an umbrella
for my difficult moments
the way you let me stand out in the cold
darling, i would tell you,
"you are deficient in reading me
and oh so adequately!
you failed me yet again, and miserably so."
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