Of course I can't pronounce your name proper now,
Maybe i lost the right too,
Something i lost over the years in trying
To turn the tides always in our favour.
You gave birth to the poetry in me,
Yet you now hate the child you made,
You taught me the meaning of love
Tho fragile and naive it was all i ever learnt
It was never the same, not ever since that march,
If i had known, maybe i would not have left,
16 year old and i had to go,
I never imagined the packs of wolf
Slowly eating away my love in you,
I dont know how it still feels yesterday,
Goosebumps on my skin that i would show,
When you kissed my hand and waved that bye,
How could i know it would be the last
For you sent me too, to make my name
When i endured those wet pillows and empty bed why didn't you?
I only did what you had asked me to,
But now you still hate the child you made
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