Pretty Little Thing

By Akshara Pandey

Your heart-a void to be filled.

I wish I could avoid thinking of it,

Avoid like you.

A void like you!

So empty, so cold within.

Your thirst to win

Can never be quenched

By a pretty, delicate thing.

Can never stand to lose

You know only how to bruise.

To win, to lead,

You would,

Do,

Anything to succeed.

You would,

Plant a seed of haze in my head,

Letting it sprout beneath your gaze.

With it, you trace my bones,

Only to find love,

And a need to hold you close.

So you pretend to be my home,

Take up different faces

So I wouldn't hesitate,

So I’d be still.

You cradle me-

A body so warm, a heart so cold.

You are the personification

Of deceit and control.

You pull on my strings,

Plant more seeds,

Turn my head into a garden of grief.

Make weapons out of fear,

Coat them with hope.

You pierce within

So that I'd be still.

You tried to dim my golden gleam,

Unravel every silken string

And I had a silent knowing,

Within—

You could never handle such 

A pretty little thing.

By Akshara Pandey