Tell Me.

Tell me you love me too. Please ? Tell me it’s a phase it’ll pass. Please? Tell me all those countless hours together meant something. Please? Tell me atleast few of your words were sincere .Please? Tell me you think about me atleast once. Please? Tell me to the least of your worries I still belonged. Please? Tell me my absence is noted. Please? Tell me my presence is valued. Please? Tell me my smile is beautiful, my eyes are soulful , tell me like you used to. Please? Tell me what they’re saying is wrong. Please? Tell me she’s not a part of your life. Please? Tell me I’m wrong for once , tell me I’m mistaken. Please? Tell me she meant nothing​, please? Tell me I’m not being utterly delusional. Please? Tell me you still​ care. Please? Tell me something. Anything. Maybe for once tell me what I want to hear and not what it really is. Please.

-Shruthi Garlapati

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