Girls Like me!

She had never known what it would be like, to have someone, she could so easily connect to, like to such a limit she would start doubting her own self.

You said

I made you uncomfortable in many ways,

In ways neither of us ever intended to.

Well, how fool of me, to not have seen it

Not have felt it.

To have just let history take the control

Let it repeat itself over and over again,

Until history became a ritual

Not something that belonged to the past,

But to every past created, every yesterday’s gone

Every other day I lived!

You said, you are that person who’s good to talk to

For everyone and it is always that

I never denied that, I never will

But, I always had some reservations

That barely matters now, at least to you!

You might be, in fact you are right in your own standing

Your logic is fully logical, no doubts as to it, I have

No doubt would ever sustain itself to your wit and yes YOU!

For me,

Ha! I am that creature, the same being as you describe yourself to be. Always hoping, hoping that hope will someday stop hoping, and will happen; For once, for real. The one who is for no apparent reason, gruesome to the same gender, likeable to the opposite, a good company, someone nice and funny to talk to. When it comes to standing for, someone  utterly bereft of a company in every while. Someone who keeps hoping, who falls prey to the same cycle, a vicious one, over and over again; just to realize she is the same, the lonely being, except for she has a bit more of pieces to clean, bit more of healing to do! And her story is just a repeat, every now and then, just the same thing. No new lines, no new scenes, just the protagonist changed.

And she,

She is the same, the same old name,

 Just a bit more brittle,

With more of guilt and more of shame!