With my open eyes, I saw the beauty in you and when my eyes closed, you came in my dreams assuring me that you were real. I wrote a letter to my mother telling her I need to show you the love that the world and me have for you and make you trust relationships again. And, as a reward, you led me to the slaughter house and ruthlessly slaughtered my trust and love.
Now you, in your inebriated state, are seeking answers for the pain that you are feeling, which is suffocating you. You are still thinking about your pain and not about the pain that you inflicted on me. Why are you so self-obsessed?
It is hard to move on and to stop loving you but I am trying by killing a little of myself, every day. You don't have the right to ask, 'is it so easy to hate' because you did not give me any other option.
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Cricket
