I downed a bottle of whiskey last night
I could take your indifference no more
I’ve been hurting, hurting for a while now
When it rains in the heart, it really does pour
A bottle of crushed hopes sits on my bedside table
In my pillow, some mangled dreams from the past
Be tender to me, I so wanted to tell you
But you see only my scales, not my scars
I try and shout, all I can manage is a whisper
Is that your coldness strangling my neck?
Be ever so tender to me, my eyes are pleading
Kill me quick if you must, ‘fore the last of me breaks.
© Nandita Manan Yata. February 2019.