No! I am not. But!

I am the girl, who is okay with him hanging out with other girls,
But, secretly I hope that they take the opposite seat in a café.

I am that girl, who is cool enough to see another female face in his storyline,
But, only after ensuring the kilometers of distance between them.

I am a girl, who doesn’t create a scene when my bestie send screenshot of him socializing with his female friends,
But, trust me, volcanoes are already exploding inside and a smile is struck outside.

I am a girl, who is totally not bothered about his whatsapp messages or Insta directs,
But, I swear, I would read even the dot and comma if I get a chance to.

I am a girl and I insist him to drop his female friend when it is a rush hour,
But I get to peace only after I see where her hand rests when he rides.

I am a girl and I praise the shirt that she has gifted him,
But deep down, I pray hard for it to be lost, torn or burnt to ashes.

No I am not cunning and he is not faking.

I don’t want to reveal my insecurities which might stop him from being himself,
But I still hope that he listens to my inner tantrums someday.

By,
The girl who has crossed her teens,
But yet to cross the stereo streams.