Unfinished

Sitting all by my self,
in a corner of this pretty spacious room,
Lights gone out,
With cigarette in one hand and a bottle of liquor in the other,
You once again managed to picture yourself in my mind.
Is it normal?
Is breakup a part of relationship?

Your eyes are way too seductive.
But the way you walk past me now, is unbearable.
You are not the one, whom I felt in love with.
Is something troubling you?
Have I ever contributed in giving you any kind of pain?
Why don’t you want to talk to me anymore?
But you can’t dump me, either.

The day when I first walked up to you,
you too seemed excited.
Those moments we spent together walking by the bridge,
In a cool and settling breeze,
The way you used to lay on the couch,
Don’t you think I’m gonna miss your presence?
But it seems as this hardly makes any difference to you.
Is it?

I can’t believe I had once prioritized you over my very own self.
Was an amateur mistake I guess.
This silence is my epicedium.
See,
I’m lying restlessly,
craving for you to come back and just talk to me once.

I want one chance,
So that I can clear all the dirt on your heart,
to which I might have contributed in accumulating.
I’ll submit myself to you completely.
You can do whatever you please.
One chance isn’t too much on you, I guess.
But its everything to me.
You can take the complete ownership of me.
At most, I’ll be betrayed once again?
It hardly matters now.
But I want one chance.
Maybe everything will be back to track once again.
The way I wanted.
The way we wanted.

Are these misunderstandings,
bold enough to take over our love?
Or perhaps, our love is weak.
Either way,
We’ll have to loose each other.
Or probably it’ll be me,
who’ll loose you?