By Sonakshi Adhikary
And one day, when love would knock
at my door,
I would just lean against the door, shutting my ears tight,
as I clutch my hand to my chest,
praying that it will go away-please, go away-
to leave me alone, because I don’t deserve it.
I will destroy love like a wild beast
who lost control because it was starved its whole life.
I will run away from it, because love deserves better.
Because it’s a nasty addiction-
it’s me wanting to gnaw open at my skin
till I am all raw, bloody, and bones.
Eventually, love will get tired
of my inability to make it feel wanted,
and it will run away,
because it shattered itself trying to heal me.
So in the end, I will not open the door,
and the sound of knocking will wither away into nothingness.
Though I will be left there, sitting in distress,
because this time, I really wanted love to stay.
But I will not let love suffer because of me.
So I will let it go.
I will set it free.