I will leave all those scars in front of you. You will look at them till you will walk away with an expression that shows you don't even care. My heart will be in front of you like an open book but you won't be thinking twice before you hit it once again and a few more smithereens fall apart. I will still be patient enough to listen to your words. Everytime you will pierce me with those sharp words but me? I will wait at a shore trying to find a single reason to stay back. I know I am dumb enough to do that. I wonder what makes me do that. Some say I am stupid, others name me as a mad creature who is running errands behind sands which are freely moving away from me. You are that kite which won't be in my trace. The more I will pull those strings it will just leave my hand bleeding. I wonder why I do that. Why I tend to go on listening to all that you have to say. But whatever it is, I won't complain, rather I still want you to stay with me even though we have just nothing to talk about now.
I don't complain about the things that happen. Let go of the past but what I want you to know is, if you are at a job of dismantling me, my emotions and my feelings, handle them with much care. Fix them again right back at their exact positions. Fix me like the way I was if you can. If you didn't care much while breaking me down, at least be a bit cautious while treating me back up. I know words that I put into these strings tend to be a pain to you, but bit by bit its the only way out to heal myself. Let me bleed all those words into some mere strings of words which might not form something meaningful, but will surely be something that takes that turmoil of emotions away from me.