Laid a grave,
Buried you so many times,
On a barren land,
When you protested,
I suppressed you under the carpet of sand.
You cried, you yelled, you died... many times
I revived you, again and again.
I know I'm cruel
But so are you, my darling.
When was the last time you talked nicely to me?
When was the last time you fit in quietly when I asked you so?
You changed the context each time,
You deliberately made an alliance
With my enemy
To make
Me feel incompetent,
I know the relationship you have with them,
Sometimes fragments, other times danglers,
They didn't betray you, you wronged them,
At least have the guts to own up to your mistakes,
They were fools,
I’m not like those altruistic sentences,
You don’t know me yet,
Dear words!
Fizza Abbas is a Freelance Content Writer based in Karachi, Pakistan. She is fond of poetry and music. Her works have been published on quite a few platforms including Poetry Village and Poetry Pacific. Twitter: @fizzawrites