You came in my life,
With a breeze of infatuation
And stipulation of adapting
To your never ending ‘requests’
For your fake prestige.
I tried; failed. Musing over
and over again, “Can you not
love me for how I am?”
I wish you listen’d to
What I am not saying.
Just as, when I felt,
It is going to be better.
A dagger was penetrated
Deep into my heart.
What was my fault?
Your ‘reasons’ were salt on
The wound. Yet, I stayed with
Unanswered, “How could you?”
I wish you listen’d to
What I am not saying.
You touched my soul, in
A way no one had. You
Were closer than anyone
Else, the sole confidant of
Secrets never told.
But I was not the only
One in your life. Insecurity,
self-doubt impaled my mind.
I wish you listen’d to
What I am not saying.
Horrors and fears shaped
me in a devilish monster.
I acted towards you in a
way, that can’t be forgiven.
I, still, am guilty-ridden.
I blabbered, when I should
Have been silent. The words
still haunt me down, I’m
Blameworthy. I wish you listen’d
To what I am not saying.
The day you went away,
Left just one word for me –
Sorry. How my eyes were
screaming, what my words
Could’t say, “Be with me!”
My heart longed for affection,
Yet the wounded soul remained
mum, as you were adamant
mountain. I wish you listen’d
To what I am not saying.