I trusted and he...

It started with small talks and messages.

He flirted, I laughed and blushed.

The likeness in me was strong for him.

His for me was never really revealed.

But when it grew to going for movies,

And getting drunk at clubs and parties,

Something, not the vodka, had turned us on

And we were the new lovebirds in town.

It was all happy and wonderful.

He would stare, I would stare back.

He would hold my hand, I would hold back.

He would kiss, I would kiss back.

All magical; all, but not for long.

He used to hug everyday and it was tight,

But he would air-kiss that girl in the corridor.

He would text often,

But he would talk most of the day with that girl.

He would bring me great presents on my birthdays,

But that girl received one every month from him.

He would tell me once in a while that he loves me,

But he would flirt a lot with her.

So, I finally asked on a rainy day,

"Were your intentions same as the clouds?

To make my cheeks wet, but with tears?

And to make feel sad and deserted?"

I was wrong to ask...

He didn't take it nicely...

Every day I created a puddle of salty water near my bed.

And would apply bandages to the bruises and cuts.

I would try every day to at least fake a smile.

While he went out with her and came back at midnight to release his anger on me.

And so, you will, on the next day.

See a thick, dark, red liquid all over the bed.

And me lying still and frozen,

And bruises in every inch of my body

'Cause I thought the world of him...

And he of that girl...and they both killed me from the inside...

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