DON'T - UPASANA SASIDHARAN
Don't look at me like that.
Like I'm a thing of beauty, a work of art, made to be gazed at and admired. Like there could be nothing as wonderful as I am.
Not like I don't appreciate it. I do. I secretly covet it. But I know that someday, you won't.
You won't, because maybe, someday, all of my colours will fade, and the novelty will wear off.
Or maybe, they will be replaced by a gloomy gray, and you don't like the rain.
Or maybe, you'd like to see me again, but you'll have to leave me behind.
Like the dusty old box of broken toys or ex-lovers' letters you left behind at your parents' home- something you loved, cherished, but had to leave behind.
And when that day comes, no matter what I do or say, it will rain.
And all my colours will dissolve in it.
Be reduced to nothing.
Or maybe, a pale gray.
So please don't look at me like that. Please don't look at me like I'm beautiful.
PHOTO- Lovers by Jarek Puczel
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