Lover.

Mother,

I’m sorry you won’t get to see me in my red saree.

Father,

I’m sorry you won’t get to see me graduate from the prestigious college.

Sister,

I’m sorry I never told you about my thoughts.

Myself,

I’m sorry I didn’t stop when I was hurting.

Future,

I always wanted you in green.

Past,

I did not want to succumb to this part anymore.

I don’t know why, 

I. You.

I don’t know what I should I tell you.

Whether I should cry.

Speak my mind?

Or just listen with a butchered heart.

Sorry I make my words so black.

Purple is my favorite color.

I don have anything in them.

Stranger,

We have become friends now.

I’ll confide in you for today.

Family,

Please don’t think of me different.

Every thing you think of me is not me in any grail of my skin.

Home,

It’s the streets that make me happy now.

Different.

Lover, Myself

I do not know why I hurt you.

I do not know why I lied to you,

Should have walked out when they asked me to.

Should have broken my bones when they kicked me off the bed.

Cold needles,

Green paper dress,

I remember the blood on my chest.

Do you?

You said forget leave it.

You said that it’s over.

It wasn’t.

It hasn’t.

Now it will.

Should have stayed.

Should have been different.