I don’t miss you anymore like I used to.
I don’t feel bad now like I used to.
I am ok with anything nothing bothers now.
I simply write because it has become my habit.
But I don’t want to put your face on it it’s better to be blank than filling up with some undeserving one.
Love for you doesn’t flow I feel so cold thinking about loving but I cherish the feeling of love- the feeling that is magical doesn’t care for your reciprocation or any human touch watsoever. I simply feel happy thinking about love it’s such a beautiful feeling.
I just brush my thoughts away when it takes to you because I don’t want to hurt myself with memories that don’t hold true.
I gave up on you not because I didn’t love you but because you didn’t fight for me ever and it’s so very true.
I don’t hate you no truly I don’t but I feel sorry for myself now because I couldn’t give up my habit of penning down and somehow if you read this you might think that I want things to be normal. No plz don’t have that misconception. I don’t need you anymore in my life. I spared myself from all ignore and humiliations. I never deserved all the sadness that I have been put through because of something that I feel ashamed to call love.
I wonder where were all these understandings missing for so many days, how come it took so long to get the facts correct. Were I under some trance?
Or were my demons were partying hard that I failed to realize the truth.
Love didn’t fail I failed miserably in my own eyes, my pride shattered because I couldn’t tame my stubborn stupid heart and had to kiss the dust if humiliation everytime I tried to prove my mind wrong. I hate myself for being such a fool in love. Everything was crystal clear in front of my eyes but I couldn’t read as if I was blind. How idiotic of myself. Love was in the air it knocked my door several times I failed to catch cos I was trading memories, trying to keep my promises like a fool where no vows were taken.
