Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Mistakes



I'm not your first heartbreak, and you won't be mine, so we both know we will live. A broken heart keeps beating, strong and sure, despite the pain. Human beings have the capacity to live through greater losses than merely the death of Us. And I don't know, if I walk away, that you'll even be heartbroken. You are very self-contained, immensely resilient. I don't think you'll care enough. 

And that is the problem. 

I don't think you care enough to even fight if I walk away now. I don't think you care enough to fight for me if anyone else hurts me. Or maybe care is the wrong word. Perhaps it's just that this is who you are. You don't have the capacity to be moved beyond a certain mark, and you have full faith in my ability to fight for myself. Actually, you have full faith in my ability to fight for the both of us, whenever I'm needed to. You don't see that that is tiring for me. I will go to war for you, but then that is what I want from you, too. You don't see that every time you leave me to speak for myself, I see it as desertion. 

Aao ke karein bazm pe zar zakhm numaaya'n
Charcha hai bohat baysar'o samaan'iey dil ka

Come, let us bare our wounds to the world
There is much talk of the barrenness of my heart 

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