The shame in not loving
Can’t be the same as in loving
There are prophecies made
But each of us falls in a different way
We all are martyrs,
Some happy some sad
Some become martyrs even without knowing they died.
Give me a rhythm of ignorance
Pass me a naive gesture
Show me the oceans you have saved for me
I need to know
The ocean won’t turn into a tsunami someday
Make me live in your darkness
So I get habituated
Stab me with the knife in your pocket
Someday, you are gonna do it anyway.
I am very strong.
But I need not be strong in love.
I need strength saved for some other compromise.
I need to bleed and heal
And feel the shame again.