I laid myself bare
not just physically
but also
all the secrets
I treasured
and all the kisses I saved,
I gave them to you.
All the firsts,
I named them after you.
I stopped eating my favourite food
because you never liked it.
I never wore short skirts
or bikinis
or even shorts,
because you found them inappropriate.
And I never said a word
because from the beginning
of my life and my existence
I was taught to please and not be pleased.
I thought I ask you things
but later,
when you left me like a garbage bag
I realised
I always begged you.
But now this toxicity
I used to call a relationship
and presumed was love,
is gone.
So taking not just a tiny step
but a humongous lead towards life,
I am growing.
Shorts and skirts.
Bras and bikinis.
Tea to beer.
Temples to clubs.
Marriage ideas to one night stands.
The two year old me
was another girl
and I may look like her
but I am not her.
She was a *****
and I am the tigress.
She was just bred through life,
I am living it.
Tattoos and piercings
studded jeans
and black tees
early morning wakeup alarms
to early morning home returning ceremony.
The girl who used to care died the day you left,
and what dies, stays dead.
So this new version
Me 2.0
doesn’t give a ****.
She looks society in the eye
and you,
shoulder to shoulder
wearing a bikini,
hand in hand with a guy,
and give them the look,
the look of “no ***** given”
Because now I know
the innocence I used to carry
was just a baggage
Because now I understand
society depleted me,
and I did too
but now I have risen
like a phoenix from the ashes,
this time a better version of myself
because this one
give zero *****.