i hate that i miss you
i hate it so much
i hate myself for getting so attached
i hate my heart for skipping a beat when i see you
i hate my stomach for dropping when i hear your voice
i hate my body for craving yours
i hate my mind for imagining the way you looked at me
i hate my eyes for tearing up in the middle of the night

i hate everything about me
as much as i loved everything about you

"Boys will be boys." psh.
"how do you know its the truth?"
" Smile sweet heart, its pretty."

and just like that
his fingertips know
after two years
they are back home

My pace is slow
My words are stuttered
My heart is flustered

I lose all my chances
I say everything wrong
I am a broken song

Would you wait for me?
If i smile at you nicely?
Will you hear through me?
If i gaze at you softly?

Why am i so invested?
Others are interested
But i like you
Would you like me too?

Am i waiting too long?
Or do i take this slow?
I really need to know

But honestly
I fear the most
You may never think about me
This crush is only pretend
In my own
Fantasy

i ain't got time for their *******

long dark hair
chocolate stare
tan soft skin
dripped in sin
tempting voice
i hate boys

H for the humility be it here or there
U for understanding  yet so  unaware
G for the good and also the great
O for opinions we insinuate

Today

"Watch this video today",
Say the laughing boys -
Far afield from warmth,
Tenderness and joys.

"A person has committed
Suicide under the train;
He is cut and writhing dies"
Is their constant refrain.

"He struggles violently for
The two minutes in suicide",
They reiterate and I frown
At them - dumb wide-eyed.

S. Bharat