a little romance with life

Wild girl, keep thinking of all those songs Out there that you could fall in love with Never go crazy about the playlist you have; Wild girl, keep staring into and away from the mirror You're most beautiful one day, most unbearable the next Are you even the same person every day; Wild girl, heal them when they pass you by Cut them when they come too close But dare you ask what you want of them; Wild girl, go hide in your fantasies Where the flowers have no bees, the sun does not burn Look if you can find anything that matches the real world; Wild girl, get scared of your darkened thoughts Your sadness, your anger, your evil ways Wonder if your smile and love is ever real; Wild girl, don't ever let them tell you to change Let them tell you but you tell them back You love and hate at the same time, You give and take together, You smile and frown at once, There will never be another like you You, wild girl.

She sits there like a quiet wooden doll, a personal puppet With her eyes cold and dry; the curve of her lips a straight line, Sitting there in the clothes they gave her, now all she has to do Is stay as quiet as possible and it would be over so soon; They came in with their knives and cloth; heating the wax to a high degree And spilt it on her skin, little by little; she hid the frown on her face Ignored the chatter of thoughts inside her head; waited as they ripped The cloth off her skin; ask if this was a part of her she wanted to save Or would she rather be without? Too late, the decision had already been made Before she could think all the things she can think now; They bent her legs up and down, asked her to turn over, The wax reached places other people were not allowed to touch It was bad to feel pleasure there, but it was okay to get this hurt; Closed her eyes to feel better; but all she felt was the movement of a Puppet doll, now her arms are ra...

Every once in a while I go about my day Without wearing a bra Beaming with joy At this rarely felt freedom Of fooling a tradition I was taught to follow since eighth standard When I learnt that The blooming of my breasts Is something to be hidden, tied Lest they go wild Lest they be wrongly eyed Lest I enjoy the attention Lest the girl loses her mind Becomes a woman too soon. But I am a woman now I have already given away that Which they fear I will lose I have let my head have As less hair As my soul could bare And given my heart To more (kinds of) Men and women Than my relatives would like. I am woman now I am no longer fooled By fairytales And the promises I’m offered If I promise to behave Their standards are a Different type of ceiling The kind that seems Achievable at first But keeps lifting No matter how hard I try. I am a woman now And I have no intentions To behave To keep a glued smile To...

Every time I want to tell you The truth, you ask me For a lie. I want to say I did that because I hated him in the moment and Wanted nothing but revenge Blood for blood Pain for pain Heart break for heart break But what you want to hear Is that it was a silly mistake A misunderstanding A miscommunication of words. I want to tell you that I’m hurt There is a needle in my heart That pricks all day, I’m aware Of it all the time, that I don’t want to smile right now Not today But you ask for a smile You want me to say “I’m fine” I want you to know that with Him life is different now; we Are on two unsimilar paths And yes things were beautiful When they were well Now too much has changed Including him and me But you want to hear That we will try To be the same people again. I want to tell you the truth That sometimes forests burn Flowers go dry; shores are Washed away, roses prick; and Crows are not secretly s...