iqraar | Pratiksha
@pratikshajhakal
It was not just another day,
Things felt giddy from the very start,
I opened my eyes to a dark cloud by my window,
after years of waiting I had finally found someone,
I mean we go on dates, I am sure you do too -
But you know, they are just people, they aren’t someone.
Today I had a date with that “someone”,
the Chalamet, or Sprouse,
Jumping from bench to bench, I waited for him in the park,
finally he came up to me, & he looked tensed,
eyes sparkled because of the tears,
He looked at the tree, & looked back at me,
It felt like his gaze cut through me,
Then he smiled, as a tear stained his cheek,
“I am sorry, I can’t lie to you, this would never work”, he said,
“But why? We haven’t even tried yet?”, I asked -
“I am sorry”, he said,
“NO! Tell me, be honest”, I demanded,
“It’s not you, it’s me”, he answered,
“More!”, I commanded,
“I can’t love you, I can’t love a ‘her’, I need something else”,
he confessed.
