A friend for show

When you ask me why I'm sad, 
it becomes difficult to tell. 
But before I let the words out,
you tell me how hard you fell. 
It's just a general question,
it means nothing to you.
All you care about is
reacting to my problems
 by saying "Me too!"
Don't you realise how heartless it seems? 
You ask me why I'm so loud, 
only to pause and scream. 
You make my problems seem negligible,
by saying "oh that's so relatable!"

If you are so self centered,
continue being so.
I'll remember you as the friend 
who cared about me just for show.


-Nalini

poison disposition

You have a poison disposition,

truly toxicant. 

I am intoxicated by your words

even though they sting.

The messy disarrangement 

of my feelings, 

adrenaline kicks in. 

I tell you what I feel, 

I give you my love and then-

you crush my heart

and throw it in the bin.  

This is prevalent, 

 so this time I let you go. 

I let you go. 

I find my broken heart,

mend each of the broken piece. 

I fix it in such an art; 

that, 

nobody can break it again.

-Nalini