Girl talk

Girl talk long poem

That boy who broke your heart? Don’t

try to push him out of your life. It won’t

happen like that. Stalk him. Visit his

Facebook page every day. Be jealous

when he puts up updates of hanging out

with women he never introduced you to.

Cry your heart out when he ignores your pings.

Think of him every night before you fall asleep and

feel miserable. Call him up and call him names.

Have dirty fights. Sling mud. Accuse. Point fingers.

Burn his gifts, delete his contact, unfriend him. It’s ok.

Go out with Mr. Wrong. Have a few coffees with him.

Get drunk and make him drop you home. Hold his hand,

not because you like him, but because you want to feel

wanted. And when you have had enough,

ask him to leave. Break his heart. It will make

you appreciate yourself a little more: the realization that

you too can break hearts.

Be a bitch. Be mean to people you don’t like.

Refuse to help a friend who takes you for granted.

And for once, be self-centric. Don’t change your plans

for people. Make them change their plans for you.

Speak up to your boss. Refuse to do something

you don’t believe in. And your weekends?

Take them damn seriously.

Go shopping even if your bank balance is

dangerously closing in on zero.

Buy that kurta you have been eyeing for some time now.

Buy those whimsical earrings. Wear a bindi even if

you are told that they don’t suit you. Wear kajal. Lots of it.

Blow kisses at yourself in the mirror and wink. You are

not going crazy. And even if you are, so what?

A little crazy is good.

And finally, when you are ready, let him go.

Reconcile yourself to the fact that it is not

going to happen: the reunion that you have

so passionately been dreaming of. He is never

coming back to you. Go and make your peace with him.

And eventually, pick your battle. Carefully.

And fight.

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Chandrama Deshmukh
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Wow! Brilliant. Simply brilliant.
You have put it so simply and yet it’s so freaking disturbingly true.
Loved the poem. Sharing it on Facebook.

ruthieg33
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Loved your poem, wish we could actually do some of those things.

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