Nasty

The blinds, drawn on to my window,
There’s hardly any light penetrating this room.
Just like my heart,
Devoid of any love,
Craving for someone’s company.
they say it’ll get better soon,
And what other choice do I have?

I’m struck in an eerie reality.
There’s something sinister about your manly voice,
Unlike those love drenched words, accompanied with warm hugs.
Warmer, then they are now.
My emotionless, red eyes are still hazel green to you.
Can’t you see the pain I’m going through?
Perhaps you don’t want to see.

You were selfish.
Just to fulfil your manly desires,
You wanted me,
You used me.
And now;
Are you no more famished?
Famished of love.
Are your desires fulfilled?
Perhaps, that’s the reason why I seem uninteresting to you now?

A boxer pummelled mercilessly against the ropes,
Is probably what I feel myself of.
You can’t trash me like this.
I do hold self respect.
If I was too light and friendly on you,
didn’t mean that I didn’t have the evil in me.
I do am black masked.
By now you probably knew the ‘nice’ me,
And now the devil will take the lead.
You’ve lost me,
The happy- loving me.
But don’t worry.

They say its our loved ones only,
who make us realise that we need not be available to everyone, all the time.
We need to have  our ego.
Straight trees are cut first and honest people,
They are cheated first.
You were a foul- mouthed devil.
And yeah!
You made me realise this too early.