Why did my innocent, sensitive soul mess up that time?
I recently saw your picture,
And that feeling, which I sensed the very first time,
Came back to greet me.
I hate you, but one piece of my heart still belongs to you.

That stupid piece is still crazy for you.
Cupid tried to set me up, but
He didn't gain control over that piece.
Maybe your magic is  still too powerful.

My soul wishes that we had never met,
But again, I'm compelled to think about you.
Whenever I think about meeting you
Or talking with you for the last time
Embarrassment asks me if it can accompany me.

In the shadows of regret, memories unfold,
A dance of emotions, a story left untold.
I long to escape this love's haunting embrace,
Yet your presence lingers, leaving no trace.

Sometimes my soul wonders what you really think of me, but deep down, it knows you don't care. The only thing you feel is disgust about me.
But...
Hey,
I know I messed up really badly,
But I'm not the person
you think.
I'm not that bad, trust me.

And how strange it is that everyone will read this and will know what I really want to say through this write-up, except you

And maybe you would have forgotten about me, but don't worry, that one piece will forever be crazy about you and your innocent smile.
                                    
© Nainika