Poetry about Being Bad. The Poems takes you down the journey of defining the term and what it holds in the bag.
The pain to live with this grief,
since the death of her love, for me,
is the reason for, the answer to the question,
which blocks my life every day,
that why couldn’t I maintain our relation of hatred?
Instead of trying to explore this, benevolence,
which used to come alive every time, when she used to look at me,
that friction, which used to stop me, from getting away from her,
before our love, I was with her friend,
no matter how nice I was to her,
there was no place for me, in her list,
when I used to say hi, I used to get a goodbye,
she used to hate me, for every bit of mine,
and, then I gave her a good reason to hate me,
broke with her friend, in a way I too, can’t bear it,
I did set a new standard of rudeness,
by which, I should have got her enmity for this life,
but, what happened was a surprise to me,
cause she fell in love with me…
WHY?…THAT’S WHAT USED TO POP UP EVERY TIME INSIDE MY HEAD, SO ONE DAY I ASKED HER…TO WHICH SHE REPLIED…
I used to hate you,
cause, caring and humble was never your true side,
you never showed what its actually a guy like you should be,
[you know lots of girls, but no long relation]
by your break up, you opened up like this side of yours,
which was a little demon, with some great devious potential,
to whom I would love to hang out a bit more…!!!
OKAY…SHE ASKED ME OUT AND WE WERE THEN, IN RELATION FOR A LONG TIME…BUT, WHAT I M TRYING TO CONVEY HERE IS THAT…
“Being bad may mean hatred from good people, but, faking good is worse than that…cause that’s not the part, you were meant to fill in.”
