He painted me red

He painted me red.
With his love,
That you could tell, just by the way he looked at me,
I was believing.
 
Fast forward through years of content and life,
I could see it too.
They say words lie,
Deceiving?
He would care for me, like none would.
 
Bare soul, like my feet.
I’m walking.
The sky is dark, like my eyes,
I’m watching.
Finally stripped off my insecurities.
 
I had broken a promise.
The swing across my face must be what I deserve.
I broke the promise.
Then hits me the apology.
I’m drowning.
Then comes another.
 
I wasn’t a posh princess ever, anyway.
And I should’ve known better than to break a promise.
I should’ve known better than to listen to my naive, naive heart.
The scars burning, the scars bleeding.
I’m only being taught a lesson ‘cause I’m cared for.
I’m growing.
 
I can take more; I apologised, though.
He stopped, only to breathe.
‘You ungrateful woman’, he screamed,
Before he shut the door.
 
It’s cold and tiring.
I’m walking, I’m watching.
The scars burning, the scars bleeding.
I’m only being taught a lesson ‘cause I’m cared for.
I’m growing.
 
I lay down on the cold sidewalk,
He must come to take me back in any moment.
He’ll apologise, he feels bad, you know,
You should be better, too.’
He did.
 
Don’t worry, the night was a usual, nothing big,
But I know it would be last.
I just do.
Today, he isn’t lying.
The night fell again, so did my belief,
I deserve this.
 
A vindictive bluff,
Stitching words like a cuff,
Riche as blood, pure as a dove,
 
Another old wound, unwounded.
 
He painted me red.

 

Aditi Parashar
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