You saw me as animated as the characters
those MCs of Shonen while i was an apprentice of blisters
You saw me as perfect beyond compare
like the good gal in the overselling tropes, yet i was only full of plain air
I kept making it subtle, letting you think it was humility and wit
Little did you know, how frustrated i was, with myself, like the actual shit
with cycle of trial experiments only to stay stagnant as the bones underneath the ground, pristine white washed tombstone.
when our time was unripe,
we were high,
we made assumptions,
both you and i
i earned your trust;weren't we two mirrors beside each other or were we two chromosomes intertwined as infatuation and lust?
each month drifted, each layer of onion of me, you peeled
as did i
and when the time was ripe, i blossomed that which i didn't know i let it dwell in me, wasn't i whelving like anybody?
for what i say i don't do, for what i do i don't say - this tug of war was my bane, something i wore with me everyday, but i don't say , oh no I don't! Aren't traumatic experiences are learnt to be forgotten? I grew tired dealing with my incompetence of integrity , i thought i could escape for a while
in you
but the little flame of hope i was to you, you smudged, its all fussy like an amateur learning to do smudge shading for the first time, stale broth for you, i don't blame you, cause that's what i did too
you dug up the wretched bones which i buried, aren't i sorry that i allowed you to assume?
A/N
this was written originally for the prompt about Whelving for a contest ( will be posting the link here for those who might be interested)
