Was It Love?
Was It Love?1 min 227 1 min 227
I woke up with a jolt,
The dreamy little world I created saw the sunshine for the first time.
I thought I left the past behind.
I won the race finally.
But unknown to me my past had become a part of me.
Growing every day along my veins like a labyrinth ready to tangle me again.
I should have cut it off when it was just a sapling.
Rather than running away and hiding.
I should have known I can't keep you forever.
I should have known that the promises of forever are meant to be broken.
I should have known that forever is a mythological word.
A fancy term, a fictional word;
Only used for decoration.
It's been a year,
But the labyrinth of your memories is flailing its arms growing one with my veins.
I cried and was distraught.
The one I thought mine, was never mine.
I have trusted people only to be deceived again, I realized.
Now I look at pictures; staring at your eyes; I ask,
"Was it love? If not, then why pretend?"
Why did you pretend?