My eyes hurt from the tears that I’d shed this morning. The tears I shed last night as well. I was all happy, until I heard you say, goodbye. My heart ached, and I started to cry.
How much my soul sinked, you’ve got no idea, when you left me in the middle of nowhere. I cried, cried and cried. But you seemed to take no notice of that.
I wonder what happened to my happily ever after.What happened to the perfect life that I’d imagined ahead of me?What happened to my life, what happened to me? What happened to you?
There was a time when we were inseparable. So perfect. So together. Now the tears that my eyes shed say, how lonely I really am. How lonely, I am gonna be, now that you’re gone.
My soul, tries.
My heart, dies.
My eye, cries.
© Khushi Suneja
Your love tried to take the credit of my poetry. But unfortunately, my dear, it were your scars that compelled me to write.
I wonder if you look at yourself in the mirror and feel the same. Do you feel the way I feel? No, you don’t. You don’t have the scars to hide, or the marks to run away from.
I was never ever so pretty as much as you made me feel one day. Just like I was never ever this unfortunate as much as I felt this day.
You never ever even touched me. Yet, you left your marks. Now your scars lie all over my hands and legs, marks on my face, and bruises on my neck.
Do you have anything to regret? I hope you do. And I hope it’s the scars you are the most regretful of.
I knew sitting alone at the corner of my room at midnight in dim lights would do me no good. Nor would thinking about you would. But it would give me enough reasons to write about the pain. The pain given by you.
We may not be a thing anymore. But I will assure that your memories stay in my poetry.
My mom kept asking me what happened to me the other day. I did not have the guts to mention your name.
I wonder if you stay awake at midnight too. Remembering me. Regretting me.
You used to be my only one. I used to be only one of them. I still remember.
Missing you, I feel was like my duty. But wanting you was my passion.
I wonder what made me like you in the first place. Just like what made you leave me in the last.
There was a time I used to write for you. Now I kinda write about you.
No. Not you, again.
Bearing you is beyond my ken.
Not letting you touch me, anymore.
Staying alone, evermore.
Never letting you ever reach me.
No matter how hard it is gonna be.
Never letting your shadow on me, fall.
Wouldn’t ever again, let you appall.
After all the years that we’ve together spent,
Thanks for giving me reasons to lament.
Wasting my time on you was a mistake.
Was the biggest ever risk to take.
You never spare me a moment to cherish.
Causing what you could; my life to perish.
Finally after learning how to resist,
Never again questioned why do I even exist.
Now I’m happy the way I am.
Never letting you my joy, scam.
No. Not you, again.
Never. Never again.