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Aug 2017
What is this game
Of hide and seek
That you play
With a heart you otherwise love?
You seem to like
To watch it bleed
The more it oozes out its life
For you
The closer you get
To **** on it
But what when I bleed?
Suddenly my stains
Are ugly
My mind is scary
But my heart is shaky
Coffee
And chocolates
And flowers
Don't heal me
A warm hug
A caressed forehead
Some loving words
Would
But you'd never know
Unless in another life
You take birth as a woman
And experience
Love
Overflowing
Every single day
And only the colour of love
Overflowing disgust
On 'those' days
I hate how this has, poetically, turned out. But I really wanted to get the point across. I've had a million girlfriends complain about how they just want to be treated right when they're on their period. That same boyfriend who otherwise showers his girl with love and attention, does so only over the phone when she's menstruating. Why? Just because she's sensitive, a little bloated and sometimes staining the sheets? It's sad that despite having a boyfriend, she feels alone on those days when she could really use some pampering, and her girls have to make up for his absence (they'd gladly come make her day)...but it's heartbreaking to see a friend be left like that by her 'love' on a day she needs a little more love.

If you love her, love her. Period. Even when she's on her period.
Dhaara T
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Dhaara T  India
(India)   
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