You Didn't Slap ME

Saturday night it is

Near my window

I sit here...

Like a dry leaf...

Slowly

Leaving the last left

traces of life

In my veins...

Few hours back

We were dancing 

Like the 

Best couple...

It was a friend's 

Birthday Party

But, now I sit here...

Thinking...

If I love you...

Do you get the right...

To hit me...

To push me...

If I chose you

As my world...

You can...

Make my life...

A living hell?

I still want...to know...

Did you slap me?

Or....you slapped...

My misconception...

Or...your promise...

Or......what else?

You slapped...

My belief...

Of believing in you...

You slapped...

Your promise...

Of keeping me safe...

My tears...have 

Things to ask...

My eyes have...

Queries to make...

Whom did you...

Actually...

Slap?

The night is cold...

And it is dark...

In the room...

You know...very well

Insecurities hug me...

In the dark...

Still you sleep...

There's fear of...

Loneliness...

Crawling on the wall...

Staring at me...

I look at you...

Maybe thinking...

You'd come to 

My rescue...

But, you had...

Slapped...

My already dying...

Expectations...

My feet are cold...

I hide them...

Under my thighs...

On this large Sofa...

This night haunts me...

I bring my legs...

Close to my chest...

I feel...

Something is dragging me...

Then I see you there...

Lost in sleep...

Spread your arm...

On the vacant space...

Next to you...

You did...

You turned...

But, eyes closed...

And, felt nothing...

You slapped...

Again...

My strength...

To hold on anymore...

Once fallen in love...

With my voice...

Today you choked...

My throat...

I feel a lump...

Of grief...

Engulfing...

my scream...

You pushed me...

Against the wall...

The same wall...

The witness of our...

First Kiss...

That wall...

You know...

It's asking me...

'Did he slap you?'

I said...

No...

He loves me...

A lot...

These curtains laugh...

As I lie...to the wall...

They say...

"He slapped you...!!"

I pull them...

Try to tear them...

Set them aside...

I see my face...

In the window glass...

Red....bruised....my face...

Affirms the curtains...

My tears...

Signature of my torn skin...

It hurts...

Badly...

But something inside me...

Asks...

"What hurts more?"

"This....bruised face...

Or...

Your...

Bruised soul?"

You didn't slap...

ME...

You slapped...

The girl...

Who loves you the most...

Maybe...

More than you love...

Yourself.....

With my falling tears...

All my dreams...

Leave my eyes...

And, here I lose...

All my hopes...

My hopes...

Shattered...

Fall one by one...

On the floor...

This whole room...

Screams...

And it echoes my ears...

"He slapped you..!!"

But, silently...

I shout...

Scream...

Louder than...

Everything here...

"You didn't slap ME"

You slapped...

My...

Hopes...

Dreams...

Expectations...

Imaginations...

Desires...

Soul...

Existence...

You slapped all...

Yes...

You did...

Tonight...

And, I leave...

My broken pieces...

Here...next to you...

For you to...think...

"Who all did you actually...

SLAP?"

You still sleep...

There...on our bed...

I look at you...

May be...for the last time...

As, I step out...

I turn to you...

You unaware...

Still look...innocent...

Maybe...I loved you...

More than...

I loved myself...

I still want you...

But, tonight...

I have had enough...

I close the door...

Collect...

All my broken pieces...

And, I shrug off ...

All this...

I still wish...

You haven't had...

Raised your hand...

And....never had...

Slapped...

My...

My...

My...

I am thoughtless...

And, lost...!!!