Lying on the bed Thinking about us while adjusting the blanket Why I let you see my imperfections covered with white linen Won't say it was out of lust But your continued silence made me brood over the obvious Now that you've decided to make your way out I won't say a word for I ought to realise It was me who was pricked Doing the same things innumerable times And then ending up in a gruesome fight Making up for mistakes by blurting out those unfathomable lies My body though was in your realm but soul was wandering elsewhere Just like, infatuation is God's way of telling Love is always short lived.
I never ask, why, when someone hates me but my inquisitiveness arises unfathomably, with my broken trust frighteningly hiding behind it even at the slightest hint of love....