This bag.
Of letters
Still smells
Of vanilla
Faint, messy
Handwriting
Beautiful
Lies

I cried a lot.
I distanced
Myself
That’s what I do
I don’t talk.
Just cry.
I knew your secret.
You knew all of mine.

-

What happened
That night.
I just remember
Waking up
To a cold sense
Of something
VERY wrong.
And then talking
To you.
Aching to hold you.

I could tell
In your voice
Something was wrong.
You were mad.
Upset.
Angry.
And you worried me

‘I love you”

You assured me
All the time.

‘God, You are so beautiful’

You told me.
Everyday
I felt ugly.

‘When does it end?’

I would laugh gently,

‘When does what end?’

‘Falling in love with you,
I just keep falling..
Each and everyday
I fall more in love with you’


-


Then why would you hurt me
This way
You knew what had happened to me
In the past
You knew my pain.


But you did it anyways
Was I not enough?

You just had to do this..

And I had no trust to give
In the first place
I couldn’t afford to lose everything
Again

But, its so like me
To drop everything and give my heart
And my soul
To the one I love



How could you take advantage of that?