The red flags you saw from the beginning
Make perfect sense to you now
Now that you have moved on.
I wish the red flags were larger
Because now I lie on the ground
Afraid to get up because I’ll have to walk,
on the shards of my heart.
I thought I was the king of pain
I’ve endured broken limbs,
wounds buried to the heart
But this heartache cuts to the bone
I’m left empty and alone
Memories bring more pain, tears are in vain
I’m the millionth man wanting to turn back time,
To make it right
But like them I too shall lose the fight
I know now that there is nothing harder,
Than the heart that doesn’t love a man.
I lie where you left me, broken and cold
Licking my wounds, hoping to hold
To the last gasp of a broken heart
That inevitably escapes.
– ‘The Red Flags’, Rakesh Shukla