A small explosion within me
aflicts pain to my heart,
Then wonder how much it'd hurt
when you break me apart,
You lie to me
and say on my face
'No baby I can never lie to you',
It feels like you slapped my face
saying internally that I don't care,
I try to gather the pieces around me
arrange them wisely,
But still through my smile
my creased forehead and shallow eyes,
Why oh why don't you see I'm not fine?
Am I not obvious
or is it merely that you don't care?
I'm just an infatuation
that you wanted to procure, use and then dispose off,
Is this what you say?
Okay ! I know I'm a little too possessive
but does that mean you shouldn't care?