Oh, my dear,
It was easy for me to say those
words to you,
But receiving them from me
was so painful,
You never had the chance to explain or defend yourself.
How do I explain to you that
things of lesser value cannot
compete with expensive ones,
Especially when the expensive ones
are not valued enough?
My dear, I saw how tired you were
from trying to explain,
Even though I didn't need you to.
You were all talk and no action,
But I know what to do.
I will take back what is mine,
You never gave it back, yet you act
like the victim.
You never sacrificed anything;
my peace was all I needed.
You claimed to be the victim of my words,
but you were just cheap talk.
Now, I will accept the label you gave me,
your traitor,
But from now on, I will act as if I were the traitor caused by your actions,
I never lied.
Look at me now; I am your karma.
YOU ARE READING
From The Pages of My Soul
شِعرA second book of elevated railway of my emotions. Episodes I never knew I could write. Series I was afraid to dive in with words. This is a collection of poetry and prose originally written by my heart.
