I’m not bad,
that’s just my dream,
restless and naked
inside her gleam.

I’m not mad,
that’s just the world,
drowning in her tears,
that Emo little girl.

I’m not in love,
that’s just the sun,
burning in her desires,
always on the run.

My eyes aren’t red,
that’s just my blood,
caked in her fingernails,
that caused it to flood.

I’m not a nympho,
that’s just the music,
in the flavor of her mouth,
with her tongue and her lips.

I’m not crazy,
that’s just time,
lost in her eyes,
lucid and sublime.

I’m not!
who you believe me to be,
for I was never here.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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