The more I wanted to
scream my pain out,
The better listener I became.
Thinking how badly
others would have wanted it too.
~ to pour it all out.
pain
A Vase – Not as we know it…
I stood on my ground,
Firm
Unmoved
Unstirred
Untouched
Dispassionate
Though rooted.
Emptying myself to hold you, your essence, your whims
And your predilection for temporary fancy pleasures.
Placing foreign fragrance into my chest
Everyday…
For you!
New exotic flowers (temptations) were always your attraction
Over a perennial beauty of a familiar ordinary comforter …sorry, a container.
Dealing with your greed to stay by your side
I accepted many just to be accepted by you once.
And then one day
I was broken…
Just like Trust
The one that can never be back as same again
Yet was afraid to hurt you and
Never once I winced when you tip toed to save yourself
I only wished to be fixed.
All that time!
A crying help to be tried one more time
May be…may be after that
I become the one I was before
I serve the same purpose again
May be then You won’t get rid of me
Yes… I was broken yet wanted to be fixed
For you!
You know what the worse part was – I couldn’t be fixed, even if I wanted to.
Too broken to be reconciled…
Too late to be accepted…
Yet Too soon to take a detour
From your life.
I wasn’t your everyday flower but I held them all for you everyday
Just to be with you.