Let me go love,for I am too wounded to live upto your expectations,to do jobs,to earn money
To make home,to look after a family,to provide for a father,to support a brother,to sacrifice for a happy family..
I have no need,no want from you or them or anyone,for every words,every wound,every time my heart broke,breaks,it is within my expectations,
For I always expect nothing but worst as return from you,from everyone,and even if it hurts,this hurt is mine alone..
May be one day after few years,I will come to visit,with some wild flowers,just like me,with no name,no existance,
And a hand written letter,and leave them at your doorsteps,telling you,I still love you, more than I did before..
But I will not ask you again,to come to me,for why ask you,someone who never listen and get wounded more and more..
It's better to not hope,not expect anything from you,but I will accept whatever you give,be it pain,be it wounds,they are forever mine..
Donot worry love,I will be there,any moment you feel afraid,any moment you need anything,just call me love,if I cannot give it, atleast I will pray..
