Us
You can't turn your head to my face.
You cannot look me in the eyes.
How long has it been?
I want to hug you but I cannot tell,
If you are putting on an act of if you really mean well.
At this point, will I ever be able to believe in you?
The real question is if I will ever be able to believe in us.
Now I'm feeling like there never was such thing as "us".
Just "me" thinking "you" felt the same...
If only I had the nerve to risk my pride and ask you.
If I could have the guts to tell you everything.
Why don't I have this courage anymore?
Well, after painful rejection, heartbreak, and being ignored,
I have grown cynical of even thinking of you.
Copyright © Maheen Agha | Year Posted 2015
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