I cannot brain
Every word that you've said to me
That you're too busy
You were occupied
You forgot
You were rushing
I cannot brain that
At all
Maybe you're saying
I'm whining
I'm not strong enough
I'm not doing the
Chores right
I'm not fully utilised
I'm not helpful
I don't understand you
No
I cannot brain
That at all
You weren't here
You didn’t know
You don't have the right
To say at all

This is my story
A melodrama-corny
A tragic incident
A burnt heart- not quite
Forever a quitter
Couldn’t stand a man
Rebounded as a lover
Who hands too slippery
To hold and stay close
Sweet-talking; he’s smouldering
With bitter lips that sink
Deeper than conversing
Pretends to be delighted
Act like you’re not lonely
The fact you’re always crying
The moment he’s gone and
You hold his clothes so tight
As you cuddle it every night
You wish you’re with him
When the truth he’s blending
With someone rather important
Leaving your heart dormant
Such a pathetic dying serpent
This is my story
A melodrama–corny

I couldn’t dare
To move on
It means
I have to believe
You’re really gone

Erase you
The forget you
It’s the hardest
Thing for me
To do

I want you
To stay
Forever
Okay?

It’s not fair
For you to claim
That you work harder
That you strive longer
That you bear heavier
That you haven’t seen the daylight
That you haven’t touched
Your food yet
It’s not fair
For you to compare
Yours are bigger than mine

It’s not fair
For you to say
That I didn’t work harder
It’s not fair
For you to alleged
I didn’t bear
Much burden
It’s not fair
For you to say
That my struggle
Is lighter
That my nights
A longer
And my days
Are brighter

It’s not fair
To stated
That yours
Are bigger than mine

I put equal hardship
I put extra effort
I hold a bigger role
I’m the runner
Of the family
I ran day and night
Double capacity
Not a single
Sweat I complained
For the things
I would do
For family

It’s not fair
To confirm
That yours
Are bigger than mine

I struggle too
I get depressed too
I'm working too
I even do the chores
I didn't rest
I didn't whine
I didn't rebel
I even made it
As part of my shrine

It’s not fair
To validate
That yours
Are bigger than mine

I'm back to square one
People would say
That I'm stupid
That I'm reckless
I keep going to that
Similar path
Recreating the same mistake
But I can't say that
It’s a mistake -
It was once a decision
A decision once made
Out of love

Then why would
You say that
I'm stupid
That I'm reckless
Don’t you went
Through the same
Journey?
Don’t you once fall
For the same reason?
That once you loved;
You loved wholeheartedly
Despite the bad
That he had
***** all that
You still love that brat

And the thing
About loving is -
Specifically me that is
I always love more
I always give more
I always suffice more
As if I was born
To do so
Unconditionally
Unrealistically
Undying
Unlikely

But even so
I always end up
Draining
Drowning
Space out
Left out
Wondering
Worrying
And always
Sighing
Crying
Fortifying

And when
The heart
Mends itself
I'll still fall in love
As much back then
Even with the broken pieces
That twined inside unreleased
I’d do the same
All over again
And love as much
Always all out
Without a doubt

I am an intruder
I didn’t know
The room was occupied
You should have
Put on a ‘don’t disturb’ sign
Not a ‘clean me up’ hint

I’m sorry for hogging
I didn’t know
It was meant for sharing
But I didn’t want to share;
It’s either mine or nothing at all
I didn’t want to dwell with the affair

I am an intruder
No matter what you say
I know I’m not
Playing fair
Wishing for a perfect play
It was all delusional snares