With tears in my eyes and a smile on my lips, I saw you walk away, disinterested and may be a bit irritated..
It has always been like this ,
In your bad days I have grieved with you,
In your pain I have cried and prayed for you,
Still the prerogative of the first kiss has always been yours...
I have listened to your stories,
Half cooked and repetitive, for God knows how many times with the same avid interest,
Yet the prerogative has always been yours to touch me,
Whenever I tried it was unwomanly..
I sensed your happiness when you understood I was deep in love with you,
Not the fucking, forgetting thing , but the one which promised a lifelong friendship,
Yet it was always your prerogative to make love to me, it was cheap of me to ask anything from you, be it a unbiquitois hug or an orgasm..
You taught me equality, you showed me freedom, but it was always your prerogative to choose and never mine..
In a world where, chauvinism rules, humans r not equal, you will always term your fuck as love and mine as lust..
But now it's my prerogative to hold the mirror, else it would be too late for you to wake up from your despised slumber...