A pair of hands
Caressed my cheeks ,
It touched my bare face ,
It healed my bruised soul ,
It was genuine
Because it’s not out of sympathy.
It’s none new
Just my reflection
It’s me
My own self in the process
Of healing me .
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Will you be vulnerable?
Do you know?
How much it hurts
To be pathetic !
I hate to be pathetic
Everyone does ,
But every and every second
I am being pathetic in your eyes ,
You made me pathetic ,
All the bruises in my body
Makes me secured and fortified
But all the cuts in my heart
Makes me pathetic,
I am not myself
I couldn’t breathe,
Couldn’t sleep, couldn’t be my own
Because I am vulnerable,
And again seeking myself
Searching for the one
Who I was once ……..
beING pathetic kills
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