AN OUNCE OF ME

She requested 

An ounce of me 

And I most 

Graciously offered her

Blindfolded by virtuality

And unable to see

Behind the curtains of beauty

She deceived me in thin air 

And I lay shocked 

Every bit of me 

Every piece of that ounce

Which was gone was painful

But i justified 

My happiness with a forced smile 

Convincing him that 

"I am feeling better than before"

But the truth 

Being drastically different 

I couldn't breathe without it

Because when 

The evident realization 

Dawned on me 

She had not taken an ounce 

I was left only an OUNCE!!