Me and My Love
Its precarious, what we have
On scales, I perform a balancing act
Desperate to trust blindly,
Wishing I could be so brave as to throw my heart on line
I can’t, practicality is my curse
I once cursed love, and romance shall not be the death of me
But I wish it were
Once, I was crazy about that other, then another
Oh love, why is it easy for me to be ready to throw myself for one who’s not you
Are you sitting by the window, thinking these thoughts
Are we in love, or are we playing a dreadful game
Psychological power struggle, is that what this is?
War, or love, all I know, this isn’t fair
To me, or to you, being in this pink daze
Some days, I’m so sure I’m in love
Its conditional, I think
I want to love you, I’m just scared
Copyright © Anusree Varma | Year Posted 2023
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