Care less

I will sit with you And not talk I will let the fried potato smudge the lipstick on my face And I will chew On your smiles Which you never gave My spoon and the fork were confused Which hand they wanted to hold The food was not so lavish Or even tastefully elaborate They were nervous To be sitting in front of you The gulab Jamun was too shy It wanted to run away From the sweetness you had flown me with The abandonment you had drowned me with I quietly mixed my rice with the cheese And the potato fries The cucumbers were cold Unattended like you have I held to my heart strong Told him not to belong To someone so childlike and innocent So beautiful and pleasant Because you did not see Your problems my shoulder carry You were so playful To even bother it was me I struggled to finish The jolly gulab jamun on my plate I strapped myself to patience As I cut slice through one The sweetness was tasteless The food was colourless Like my life had become After you decided to care less Hurriedly I skipped off my chair To breathe in the fresh air And walk far away from you And from your cold stare