How do you hurt me?
Let me count the ways.
You hurt me with your silence,
With your poise, your averted gaze.
With the despair you arouse;
With the ghosts I chase,
You hurt me with your long nights,
With your short and listless days.
You hurt me with the childish innocence,
That I cherish in my heart;
With your images – fake and real,
From which I create my past.
With your tainted reflections,
Which got distorted through my works of art;
With the misery of not knowing all,
But only a limited part.
You hurt me with your guarded dreams –
That leaves you vulnerable to dream-sellers like me;
You hurt me with your silent suffering-
It cuts me deep that you think I can’t see.
You hurt me with your refusal to be a doll,
With your smartness, your survival instincts,
You hurt me where it shouldn’t hurt –
Are you sure you do it without any kinks?
You hurt me ’cause you make me play God
And make me fiddle with you like a guinea pig,
And your understanding & compassionate smile drives home the point
That how small I am and you how big.