By Aayushi Srivastava
It hurts.
It hurts real bad.
I don’t know what went wrong.
Was it me? Or what I said?
Am I not being what you want?
Am I being too much?
Please, tell me.
I’m all ears for you…
Just tell me.
Even if that’s too much,
I’ll keep quiet.
Even if you don’t want me at the moment,
I’ll leave.
Or if you don’t want me in your life,
I’ll go.
You just have to ask.
That’s all you have to do.
That’s all you have to say.
But please—
just tell me what went wrong.
What needs to be changed?
My words?
My actions?
Or me?
I am very easy to go with.
Just a line from you
can make me happy.
Just a line from you
can hurt me to the core.
Just an action of yours
can bloom me with joy.
Just an action of yours
can tear me apart.
I am like a flower.
Water me with your love,
and I’ll bloom into the prettiest flower
you’ve ever seen.
But don’t water me—
hate me, hurt me—
and all the water and love
will drain out of me,
leaving me aloof,
alone,
idle,
and depressed.
All the colours gone from life,
embracing the darkness,
becoming black.
With the ray of white light,
which used to be my hope,
being sucked by the black hole,
turning me into one—
a black hole,
taking in all your sorrows, ever after.
Taking in all your hate, ever after.
With a little tinge of red
at the core of my heart,
loving your words, your actions, your hatred—
I’ll talk to you, ever after.
I’ll care about you, ever after.
I’ll treat you right, ever after.
I’ll love you, even after
all you did to me.
I will love you,
forever.