Sometimes, I wonder what if
You hadn’t said “Yes”.
Shattered in million pieces,
Fallen all over the place,
I would have longed for you
Like nobody else.
Sleepless nights,
Ragged breath,
The gutting pain,
A constant for years.
Sometimes, I wish
You hadn’t said “yes”,
So wouldn’t be shattered
In the million pieces,
Even after years
With you.
Why is it so difficult
For you to accept me
With all my frailty?
Why do you have to
Point out,
Ridicule,
Shout,
Curse
Or Hit me
Every time I fail to please?
If human is to err,
Why do you not allow me
To be human again?
Looking back,
My vision is so clear,
It always makes me wonder
How I missed it the first time.
When you
Changed your phone password;
Come home late;
Talked on phone past midnight;
Attended out of town ‘meetings’;
‘Worked’ all night at ‘office’…
I wondered if you were
Tired…
Frustrated…
Angry…
I wondered if the blame lay on me,
Until I saw…
I don’t blame you for deceiving me.
I deceived me.
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Each day, I’d wait
To savour your voice
Speaking of little things
That hardly mattered…
When you spoke of
Your undying love
For another,
My heart shattered.
Still I listened
Because,
Even then,
Only you mattered.
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Under the stars,
You sit on your knees,
Hold my hand,
And beg me return,
Promising eternity again.
Other nights,
You shout profanities,
Ordering me to leave again.
Everytime
I wake up
Drenched in tears,
Wishing these nightmares away.
You still star in my dreams,
My love…
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And there she sat on the rock
In middle of nowhere,
Awaiting her sailor
To return home,
Till she turned
To stone.
Typical!
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My love,
I wish you
Pimples,
Dark spots,
And stretch marks,
So that
You wouldn’t judge me.
He sat on the riverside gazing at the sky while crushing sand in his hands anxiously. The night was almost over but she wasn’t here yet.
The light of dawn revealed his swollen cheeks, a black eye and a bag with all his belongings while he still waited for the star that did not fall that night…
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