Why is it
That I can work next to her
Without war breaking out between us
But when I try with you
I can’t help but make myself small to accommodate you?
Why is it
That I can share
My happiness and grief with her
But when you ask me to share and I want to
It leaves me tongue tied?
Why is it
That she can soothe me
Make me feel that I matter
But any time I reach out to you
I feel weak and even more broken?
Why is it
That her love is not enough
Even though it’s freely given
And I crave for yours, clowning
Posturing, hoping you’d notice me?
I must be a masochist.
I must enjoy this rejection.
For why else do I come to you
When I know that you have no love to give
After you gave yours away to the one who does not care.
I must break this cycle I say
I must find a solution I promise
I must I must I must
And all that it takes, for my good intentions to go down the drain
Is a smile from you.
This post is a part of Blogchatter Half Marathon.
tales of Suchita 
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