Overview

What hurts is how I cut my own air supply for someone to charge their phone and ask the next soul for their wifi password.
 
SAD
 
but,

 
that’s just the way it is.

What hurts is not how simple he made goodbye look
Or how tough he expected me to be when he knew well how he had turned my world upside down
With every deep conversation we had
And every dream we shared
Or even the simple things
Home-made meals,episodes of blackish
Those tiny memories we could have saved but dint
Those moments spent staring deep into each other’s eyes
His soft lips on mine,
Eyes closed
Heavy breathes
 
What hurts is not how I had created my version of happily ever sapiophiles
Or how he smiled when he denied the existence of happily ever world
With his full awareness of “the world”
Having come into contact with the daylight and knowing the moonlight exists too
Or how his idea was ‘happy is what you create’
Damn it !
Dint I create my own sapiophilic version   
 
   
But you know the rules
The submissive goes as to the sayings of the dominant
 
What hurts is how I lost myself.
I lost myself in…
HOPE-an assurance
of a love not insured
With a still wandering soul
Wondering where the sun sets next
DENIAL-
of a truth laid before my eyes
With a blurry vision of reality
Blurred by my ignorance
 
What hurts is how I did not know how to love
Him
No ofcourse not
Him I loved,
Or rather lusted his piece of mind
And that he knew very well
That’s why he skipped the lecture on
“Girl you gotta love yourself ”
Because he couldn’t pour from his own cup which,
last I checked…..
was overflowing
 
What hurts is how naive I was
How I longed for emptiness
And craved for ‘sweet-nothings ‘
What hurts is how I could not walk away on my own
Because I was drowning in an ocean when the person besides me was drilling holes to the only log I held onto
 
What hurts is how I cut my own air supply for someone to charge their phone and ask the next soul for their wifi password.
 
SAD
 
but,

 
that’s just the way it is.

WRITER: Miss Beautifullyflawd