Skip to main content

Grace Marks

Have you ever given someone all the grace they didn’t deserve, only to watch them play their part with no real effort or sincerity? It’s a bitter pill, realizing that while you were trying to nurture, they were simply taking advantage of your kindness. This poem is a reflection of that moment—when I stopped grading their failures with sympathy and gave them what they truly earned.



Disappointment should be your middle name,
Yet you strut around with audacity, no shame.
You graded me in realms where you barely passed,
No effort, no spark—yet you dared to cast.

I gave you grace marks, just so you’d feel the man,
Propped up your ego, held up the facade, the flimsy plan.
A line of women you’ve left in your wake,
Empty hearts, whispered promises, a trail of fake.

Inadequate love, yet you blame the insane—
Girls twisted in your void, left to heal the pain.
And still, you think you own the stage,
A hollow boy playing at being sage.

So here’s my final grade, no more disguise:
You failed the test of love—surprise, surprise.


So, here we are. Is this the new "normal"? The endless cycle of toxic relationships, where people expect the world but don’t even try to meet you halfway? It’s time we stop grading people based on their potential and start giving marks for their true efforts. Who’s ready to pass on the false narratives and finally let these 'failed tests' fade away?

Labels:
Location: HJXW+6G Doddaubbanur, Tamil Nadu, India

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular Posts

Polished Sins

  A suit and tie, that polished smile, Covering up sins stacked mile by mile. They flaunt “new love,” someone else’s child— A ready-made story, perfectly styled. They’ve “levelled up,” or so they preach, But on someone’s pain, they made their reach, With vows of loyalty, words so neat, While another’s screams lie beneath their feet. Oh, they “moved on” to brighter skies, Leaving someone broken, with silent cries. They mount new heights, they shout and boast— Scaling peaks on another's haunted ghost. So smile for the camera, flash your pride, Show off the life that you tried to hide. For we know the truth beneath your gleam— A hollow show, a self-made scheme.
Post a Comment
Read more

Until Noon

I can feel the distance, But my body craves you. I am howling at the moon, Hoping you love me until noon. It’s winter, and everyone is covering up, But I will drop every single layer for you. Will you make the bedpost creak? Like the way we break our Duolingo streak? Or will you be my Count, And leave your marks on my neck? Will you drink away my life force, Or give me your immortal kiss? Who would care about saving it for daylight? We are creatures of this starry night. Will you save me with your sword, Be my Guinevere’s Sir Lancelot ? These boys keep talking about getting high at the pub. Would you do me the honour of the Mile High Club? Will you track my curves like an F1 circuit? Or be like kids fighting over the gully cricket? Come get me, while the night is still young, And we erase the distance with our tongues.
Post a Comment
Read more

Game Of Fire and Ice

Hey Mister, Why won't you play a game of Twister? I promise I won't play coy. Won't you love it if I were your only toy? You can be the Lion in the boardroom, Then make me roar in the bedroom. Let's play the game of fire and ice. You bring the sugar, and I get the spice. I am praying by myself these nights, Drowning my moans when the city sleeps tight. We can play the game of Super Sonic, And then have our own race over some gin and tonic. So find me, like an app can find a phone. No, I won't bring out my Medusa and turn you into stone. I have been getting over my fears, Learned to make my tears into spears. You can take me as you like. We can go until we hear the third strike.
Post a Comment
Read more