The Dark Secrets

The day you came to me all the way smiling,

I thought it was love and affection.

The day you touched me, little did I know but eventually realized, I felt the pain.

The day you brought me a gift wrapped with darkness and love

I unwrapped it with hatred and pain.

On my 17th birthday

when I was counting on to fit my skin under a white dress which gently draped my thighs and my lungs with black lays.

You moved belt over my thighs ,

Left ,right .

My thighs were left with marks of hatred

Because my dress is revealing ?

What about your unrevealed darkness ?

The dysfunctionality I am going through ,

My thighs are aware of it.

My depression hid between measuring my breast .

When you talk in metaphors " girls are like glass ".

You have broken it !

Broken ones are sharp and agonizing.

You never fail to astound me

You again prove " women is less of body more of sexual object"

I can't manage to love when I hate you ..

I have not constructed walls

But I have constructed a mirror to show your darkness.