To the sad moments.
To the emotions that were diluted.
To moments when left behind.
To moments we no more belonged anywhere.
It just gets sad.
We have always embraced the justification of no sense given while being put down.
All we were told was a ‘goodbye’ or maybe ‘i am sorry’.
It all truly hard wonder how people bear it.
It all takes time.
But yet I planned to breathe in it.
I felt left , discarded , thrown away just as something that you didn’t like
Or done using with.
Maybe I was there for you always but you didn’t show up.
Maybe I loved with a love that wasn’t love , maybe it was sacrifice that I made.
Sacrifice to forcefully give you my skin to tear it, to throw me away into pieces. You never let me to stand up. Maybe it’s time I do.
~a martially raped women (anonymous)
To those nights I didn’t sleep reading you ,
Crying up to you,
You were my reason to smile , I must say.
You were that reason to me that helped lay my flaws without regrets of taking it back
You were my favorite reason for repeat.
No wonder In every dire moment of mine it seemed perfect when you were there.
Thanks for being there,
You will always be my favorite book
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