Oranges & Unrequited love

"Come out and haunt me,

i know you want me. "

. . . 

i peeled my own orange today,

like i did yesterday too,

i do my own laundry and i fold my clothes

i write my poems, i tie laces of my shoe

i put on two pair of socks because my feet are always cold

i make my own coffee, i take some flowers home

i count till five and i let breaths out, a few.

i push me through, i pull myself from,

i would peel pomegranates, if he ever asks me to

 

i wait, i waited , i am waiting

i will so

a perfect moment when i can lay down 

on my bed, making sure no one catches me though

"don't know, don't understand"

never see it coming, but knows when it'll go

an airplane passing over your head , and you'll know

i ask you to let me peel your orange, "let me know"

you let me know how sad the pith on my oranges make you

 

i will peel my own oranges

i won't ask you to;

i won't tell you to ask me again

you owe me enough already, so

even if the flesh on my fingers rots down, my bones show

i will still not ask you to do it from me, "i won't come home"

don't.

please, no

don't ruin it.

Just one time, lie and try,

Just for me, it means a lot to me,

"but i don't like oranges, sneha"

 

I know.

 

i turn around, to the crowd

"who will eat oranges with me?"