Why do you do this to me?
Why do you give me your wings when you know I cant fly?.
Why do you tell me I am beautiful when we both know what an ugly,miserable creature I am?
Why do you make me feel special when I dont deserve it?
Why do you make me believe in something that is impossibly , ridiculously unoccurable?
Why do you make me get addicted to your love when you know that you’d leave one day?
Why? Oh god , why?
So dear loved one,
Love me only if you shall be there to hold me everytime I fall. And if at all I fall….. to be there to heal my scars.
Love me only if you know that it is that very love that is as old as time-and also,that very love that shall be as young as the time.
For I am too weak my dear…yes-this very girl you say you love – is very weak.
She is made of a heart of trembling muscles which seldom beat for and by itself. This very heart that has been trashed a million times as though it was nothing more than a fly in a pool of boiled milk. This very heart which has lost its ability to love and to feel-and to desire.
I plead you to love me truly and to try and never let go.