I miss how life used to be. I was only
familiar with the pain I'd call easy, which was sustainable & forgotten
effortlessly. Unlike the pain now, it hurts like I'm walking on a carpet woven
from thorns, & this pain plights to linger till it's replaced by a more
terrible suffering.
Life was freedom back then. Terms like mental
torture & emotional abuse didn't exist in my diary. The only misery that I
recall, came from my favorite superheroes dying in the comic books or bad
grades. I believed everything's good in this world. I was happy, all care free,
lost in the canvas of joy, forming happy patterns in the clouds, smiling at
birds & laughing till I go breathless.
And then came you, in my close to perfect
life, with heaps of fire in both hands & malice in heart, to burn my happy
world. You came holding spears of betrayal & love at the same time to stab
me with whichever of the two convenient for you at the instant. You put roses
in my way, I walked over it only to find thorns disguised underneath. I kept
walking & bleeding, while crying & hoping that you'd have removed the
thorns & put only roses at some point ahead but it never happened. I was
stupid to hope that! And you were replete with desire to see me suffer like
those who've been punished to stay alive till the last day & their
conditions are worse than that of a corpse. They beg God for death but death is
deaf to them. They're to suffer till the end. This is what you wanted for me!
You wanted to bury me alive, deep in the ruins
of misery. It made you happy wounding me with your words, sharper than an
arrow, that were aimed at my heart, where it hurts the most. I miss the person
I used to be before you came in my life to make the wreckage of it. You held my
arm with force & pulled me out of the fantasy I was living in. You came in
to teach me what real pain is, by inflicting the worst pain, by making fun of
my emotions that were more real than your swears and promises. And you kept
choking me like this till I forgot breathing.
Do you know what's funny about it? That even
after all this, telling you goodbye was the hardest thing for me! Even after
all this my heart & my soul didn't want to let you go. And that my torn
spirit still flutters here & there looking for you.