To the man who gave me neither his body nor his love
I slipped back into my lingerie, But I couldn’t feel your touch. Devoid of any pleasure, I still loved you very much. The cocoon I lived in, Stunted my growth and flight. I was living in a well-lit bungalow, But my happiness never saw any daylight. There were days I was absolutely naked, Still, why didn’t they see my scars? I bet they got blinded, By sparkly diamonds and swanky cars. I smiled all the time, I cracked the best of jokes. I camouflaged pain so meticulously, No one noticed the embers behind the smoke. I burned, I turned into a heap of ash. I sprayed Chanel No. 5, Though I was treated like a can of trash. You knew what wrong you did, Still, you never apologized. All I was a glorified maid, I now realize. Neither your body nor your love, Nothing was ever mine. Yet I treated a dead relation, Like a holy shrine. I’m glad you gave me nothing, Neither on the bed or otherwise. I’m gasping for sanity no