She was the kind of girl
Who didn’t blink when you told her
She was pretty.
She was the kind
Who became giddy when you told her
Her words were pretty.
That’s what made her ecstatic.
That’s what made her feel alive.
Words, hers and yours.
No more love
(Because Seether has wonderful, wonderful music.)
7 saal baad kisi ne pucha
“kyun laut-ti thi baar baar?
Apne aatm-sammaan ko bech diya jaise.”
“koi bhaari karz chukaana tha shayad.
Abhi bhi baaki sa lagta hai kuch.”
Someone asked me after 7 years,
“Why did you go back again and again?
It’s as if you had no self-respect left.”
“I had to pay off a heavy debt, I guess.
I still feel like there’s some more left.”
When he had promised me forever,
I knew he was lying.
I had wanted to believe him though.
I wasn’t naive.
It wasn’t my first love.
He wasn’t my teenage happily ever after.
I had had a broken heart for far too long.
I had just wanted it to be whole again.
Just for a little while.