Navayah
The Wrong Kind of Sympathy (Poem)
I always gave you the wrong kind of sympathy
That's something you never gave to me
Even after all that you did
I still had a reason to hide it
Time had passed and a year gone by
I still had sympathy and something to hide
A little bit traumatized
but I never said a word
I kept it a secret and I tried not to remember

One touch, One love
and one big mistake
I'd love you enough
So you thought it was okay
Put on a devilish smile
Like you were happy with what you did
You told me you loved mе
So I went along with it
A little bit of anxiety
But I thought I was ovеrreacting
these are the consequences of loving you
I should've known this would happen

You asked me if I liked it
being touched in that way
But you didn't know I lied
I was afraid of what'd you say
I never left you
I stayed by your side
Till upon the day
That you said goodbye
You never had a reason
for the things that you did
How can the devil
Look like an angel
Every time you look at it?
No feeling of regret
Though I wish you did
Look at the mess
This is what I get
You'd come back around
For a moment or two
I'd let you touch me again
If only it wasn't you
Your hands were warm
and I held them tight
Around my waist
Holding my breath
Little did I know
What would happen next

A smile on my face
You thought I liked it then
I was uncomfortable
So I just had to pretend
I was in your arms
Just like all those times before
You never told me
That it would be something more
My body sat still
Didn't move an inch
It froze in place
Like it'd never move again
I could hear a voice saying,
"Run, while you have the chance"
But still I stayed
I made my one biggest mistake
And when I left you
And pulled myself
Out of your arms
There was a girl with a smile
And a big scar
And as I walked away peacefully
Thoughts flooding my mind
I promised myself to keep you safe
I told myself it was better that way
Even after it all ended in hell
I never said anything
Till it became the time to tell
I always gave you the wrong kind of sympathy
I should've known
That it would be the death of me