You Have Hurt The Woman You Love

By Kamna Nanda

Finally, you’ve hurt the woman you love.

And now you’re sitting in your room doing nothing, feeling almost retarded

Lacking strength to respond to daily calls, but doing it anyway.

You convince yourself in your head constantly,

What you did was good for her.

And now, you’re wondering if she went back home last night or still standing exactly where you left her.

You pick up your phone to stalk her on social media but convince yourself like every other time, that she’s doing fine.

Probably hanging out with her friends or grabbing dinner at boring restaurants.

Generosity has its own perils.

You hardly come to realize when you run out of fuel.

Then you start the best engine in that sub optimal fuel conditions,

Ending up damaging the best.

Now the best is no more the best,

It’s one of the commons and averages you just find anywhere without much difficulty.

All the charm is lost, once again, in an effort to subconsciously possess a soul you couldn’t convince yourself that it, in fact, does belong to you.

Untreated doubt keeps a lot at sake.

You know, it slowly rots the things at very base.

Women with such bases are very fragile and you hate fragile.

You know how much you hate weaknesses and delicacies.

They respond too quickly to your sadism and you didn’t even get a moment to enjoy their destruction.

You feel pity this time,

Unlike old times when destroying it piece by piece was rather fun.

You decide to pay less attention to such fragile, and over-the-top unproductive things.

You silently adore what a highly focused and ambitious person you are

Letting your pity slowly sink deep, until you can’t know it exists

Not bothering when it rots inside

Ignorant, how many more worms and reptiles it is going to give birth to.

By Kamna Nanda