HURT ME MORE

Hurt me more, my love

When I see you with beam of love

When I make myself available every time

When, in my heart, beautiful tunes chime.

Hurt me more, my love

When I leave a memory of you in my poems

When I shamelessly text you first

Even after you make my heart burst.

Hurt me more, my love

Till I know my worth

Till I take my passion in my hand

Till I find peace in an abandoned land.

Hurt me more, my love

Till I stop searching a soul in you

Till I erase your memories with all my might

Till I compensate the useless wait.

Then, hate me more

When I move on

When I shine with glory

When I make you regret

Yes! Hate me more!

Written by: Swathi Mohan, Second Year, Aeronautical engineering.