“IS IT?”- Nayana Nair

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You love me, despite my faults

But is it really love?

When you know they are ‘flaws’

To know I am something to mend.

To believe if you correct me enough

Someday, I might become the idea.

The idea of a possible me.

A possible me, you could love.

When you look at me,

What do you see?

What do you think?

Do you see a list of things to fix,

List of things ‘not-right’.

I see you waiting for somebody

Who is not me.

It makes me wonder,

Did you ever love me?

I may be wrong,

absolutely wrong.

But with these harsh words

And impatient sighs.

Can you ever prove me otherwise.

You love me, despite my flaws.

But is it really love??