Fracture
I have several fractured bones,
Some are just cracks,
But the bone is still together.
Some of them are more severe and have screws holding the bits together.
A piece of bone is even missing, it was beyond repair you see.
I remember each and every time,
I remember the pain lancinating through my body,
I remember the drugs,
I remember the helplessness,
I remember the will it took to get me through each time.
What I don't remember though,
Is the times you fractured me.
I can't count how many cracks you caused my soul to have.
I don't even know when you caused the fissures in my heart to appear.
Were the blows sudden?
Were they pre-planned?
Did you never know what your actions did to me?
Or did you know and simply not care?
Do you see this deep crack in my soul?
It appeared when you created multiple Orkut accounts.
Do you feel this fissure in my heart?
You caused it when you cheated.
Do you see these wrinkles on my soul?
You brought them into bed with us.
Do you see these scratches on my heart?
You did that when you made others lie for you.
Do you see these unhealed rips in my soul?
You did that when you left me alone in a foreign land.
Do you see these shards of glass embedded in my heart?
You thrust them in when you were frolicking with your "FRIENDS"
The fractures you have given me exist today too.
But they are scarring over.
My soul is broken, but it's pieces are intact.
My heart is fractured, but it beats still.
The pieces of me you threw away I have learnt to live without.
The pieces you have left behind, are enough for me to live on.
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