Whoever said .. it is difficult to Hope against hope .. thou be damned ...
It comes as naturally to me as does the thought
Of a slothful weekend when my limbs get weary ...

Trying not to care .. putting on this air of fake indifference ..
Has been sapping me outta the last vestiges of human emotions ..
Emotions that I never knew could touch me .. singe me ..

This hanging onto every word that is said ..
Analysing whether it was an offhanded remark ..
or dished out in all seriousness ...
Do I put on a knowing smile ..
Or do I stick to my lost-puppy look .. So that he would care to explain ..

Is all of the above an inherent normal female DNA problem
Or do I blame it on malfunctioning neurons ...


Have I been asking too many questions ... !!