I hope you’d be happy with the girl you meet this time.
Tell her your real motive and don’t hide.
Tell her, how much relationships scare you,
How they make you feel helpless
You think you’d lose your freedom.
You’d lose the time you spend by yourself,
Completing your favourite novel, or providing aid to your best friend.
How you’d miss all of this, if you’re in a relationship mess.
How you can’t be there for her always,
For you have goals to be achieved,
You feel this would distract you, you’d never wish to compromise.
Your family and money
Are the only things you were taught to care about.
For you’re a Tough Man, who must always act wise.
There are days,
When you’ve felt you’re not good enough,
The ghosts of the past kept you awake,
But you hushed them off, by binging your favourite TV show.
Or driving around the meadows,low.
You get over feelings and emotions by exhausting that numb heart,
By pushing yourself towards that one last push up, or few more squats.
For in the end, it’ll make the monster under your bed, silent for sometime.
That the world expects you to act tough,
Expects you to not care about cuddles or hugs,
Yet you wish, she’d hold you tight,
Kiss away your petrified side,
Or cuddle up in a warm blanket, to ease your plight.
Tell her how much you ache for those forehead kisses,
They make your dense heart, feel light.
They’ve moulded you into a sturdy man, I know,
One that doesn’t get worked up at the thought of goodbye.
But tell her,
how you really hate goodbyes.
For it means, going away,
And going away means forgetting.
Which, your halftone mind will accept, but your inane heart, oh it’ll die.
Tell her, what you really feel like,
Don’t hide behind the blanket of
‘I don’t care’
‘Oh yes, I am fine’
So what if you’re a man?
It’s okay to not be okay at times.
She’d understand there’s more to you,
Than what you show to the world.
And she’d accept that part,
And I promise,
She’d never leave your side.