A woman is no longer a being but a vision which is in your head . A perfect woman who doesn't exist but she is there in the back of your mind. Submissive , polite , pure , innocent , a puppet - if you have asked me .
Who can wash your excitement from your shorts in the morning and suffice your hunger through her body at night . She is the one who stays silent , who is nothing without you . She stays with her father , brother , her husband and finally with her son . That's what you think of her .
But what I've known is that she is a mischief . You have never known her , have you ? How would you ? When you fantasied her nakedness , she was wishing for the butterflies to flutter in her veins . While you looked down her neck , she saw your smile and how bright your eyes shone when you laughed .
She thinks too , sometimes too much , for the things which are never going to come true. But she finds great pleasure in having ice cream in icy , cold midnight. She sniffs hard , sneezes at wrong time and feels the pain and oftenly cries and that's what makes her more human.
I know what you think , and sometimes I don't because we stopped talking , I tried , okay just a few times , but if you want to cry too , I won't judge you . You don't have to become all bottled up . You don't have to slap me for fixing something which is already broken . If you have given me chance then I might have taken all your broken pieces and cry for you , keep them together for you . Can you not see that you have hurt me ?
The time has come that you have to come out of the illusion that you can do as you wish to me .
I tried liking you .I promise , I tried hard but I can't bare anymore. Sorry , but I can't stay any longer .
You have caged me enough , I had enough , you tore my wings because you couldn't see me getting hurt by those who are outside . Can't you see what is inside ?
I loved at times but I'll love myself now .
It's late and it's time to sleep . Let's sleep at last. Forget all the dreamless night. Let's lie in each others arm . Bloodied , sighing , breathless and finally lifeless .......
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I know it was meant to be love but sometimes we forget to love ourselves or get too diverged in the illusion of perfect love that we forget the basics.
Love is meant to be free not the one to shackel .
Love yourself some more .
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