Listen To What I’m Not Saying

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.