A/n: this is my first ever attempt at poetry (is it that?) I don't know what it is. If you do, please let me know. As usual the jargon is a direct result of my mood swings. Like that is any news. Enjoy:) & any experts feel free to correct me or leave pointers
When I say, I am okay.
I really want you to hold me.
When I say I am strong,
I mean, I am easy to break
Because you have pushed me over the edge
And I am hanging by a thread
I find ellipses in your periods
Because I don't want this to end
I find exclamations of love in your question marks of lust
Because that superficial kiss is my bondage to your soul
I sit in a lone corner waiting for daylight
Because the sun will come
And you WILL love me
Someday
If not today
Then, tomorrow
You will call me beautiful
I am pleasant on the eyes
Aren't I?
Don't lie.
Actually, do lie.
Because I am afraid you will say something I do not want to hear.
Like
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I met someone
There is this other girl
It's not you, it's me
It is you.
Damn hell, it is you.
I am tired of hiding in your pillows,
Living in your shadows
I am tired of loving you with my chunky thighs
My frizzy hair that falls out like cat fur
My short legs that will get me killed in a chase one day
My scar filled face that isn't worthy of your heavenly glance
I am not your charity project
Not the film that never gets pushed to floors
Not the replacement for your unrequited romance
I am Madhubala
Before I am Madhubala Rishabh Kundra.