BEWAFA (Unfaithful)

Cheap red nail polish that barely last a day. 
Cheap- red-broken-nails. 

You dug into them. 
Dug the remaining colour out of them. 
I watched you ruin them,like the way you did with my mind. 
Cheap- red-broken-nails. 

You tell me you love me,as sweet as an Afghan tune. 
Refuse to hear it when I play the same tune.
Continuous denial? 
Or my ears simply betrayed me with a sweet tune? 

Pouring my heart out,
shamelessly expecting an apology. 
Words returned,
your words,
just words,
empty empty words.

And you call me ‘bewafa’,
when I watched you,
let you,
and tasted you in my mouth.  
Only,
you didn’t watch me,
let me,
or taste me. 

Oh my dear ‘bewafa’, it WAS your tune I listened and danced to. 
All the way-till the very end.