poetry from the lock down # chapter 2

You treat me like a secret

But I don’t want to be your secret anymore

I want you accept me in the broad day light

I want you to hold my hands in front of strangers passing by

I want you to plot our make out sessions at your place instead of public washrooms

I want you to accept me with an open heart.

-What I want

The green light under his name on whatsapp

I check it every time I miss him,

It feels like checking his heartbeat

It has been a week, he didn’t reply.

I am scared; I am not ready to lose him yet.

But I might have already lost him.

-I am not ready to face the actual heartbreak.