Fickle Romances
You laugh at the random scribbles I have made in the backside of my notebook Not sarcastically or mockingly - But you laugh genuinely. And when I look at you With playful annoyance, You hold me in your arms and kiss my neck. I just love how you see things, you say. And I believe you, for that is what I do. The next time we fought, You called me a feminist And mocked me with nasty words. You told me I was not normal And that everything I write, echoes my insecurity. You will not be tied down by my madness, you said. In the dim lit room, When we lay under the sheets You looked at me - A smile hidden behind tears And a love, hidden behind lust. You traced my tattoo with your fingers, Kissed me on my stomach, And told me just how glad you were To be there - At that time, in that moment. And I believe you, for your words are all that I want to hear. Do you believe me now, you ask Pointing at the ring you put on my finger I smile, for I don't really know ...