I am not HIM
I know how much you dream
about him,
It hurts me when you want his company more than mine.
About how much he becomes
sweet,
About what he can do for
your happiness
He is someone full of
joy,
Someone you enjoy talking
to,
Someone I am not
It hurts me when you want his company more than mine.
It hurts me more when you
like when he makes you laugh.
But it kills me when you
love the very idea of HIM.
But you know what, it
doesn’t pain me at all.
Seeing you happily
together is enough to prove a point.
What pains me is that I
am falling out of love.
Don’t be sorry for
choosing him.
Let me be sorry for I
become inadequate.
I am sorry for not being
HIM.
I just wish you enjoy my
presence as much as I enjoy yours.
You wronged me when in
fact you enjoy his.
But no, it doesn’t pain
me at all.
I am sorry for he is
conventional.
But I will not be sorry
for being unconventional.
“Why be ordinary, if you
can be different?” I always say.
No, I am not giving up.
I’ll suffer till it
breaks my ground.
I’ll stay at all cost.
This is not me leaving;
this is you pushing me away.
No matter how hard I try,
I am not HIM.
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