Why Do You Love Me?

My bad my bad;

I know;

Why did you love so deep

That you didn’t let even my

Shortfalls into the night, seep?

Why did got trust so blindly

That you couldn’t

Stop giving me space

Ever so kindly?

Why?

I know I’ve had high hopes for us and unreachable hype and expectations set for us. But how did I miss hearing that I’ve not been enough?

You’ve screamed it, written it, told it and even recited it. How did I ever miss out on seeing that I moved out? I stopped trying? How did I miss that?

I blamed you for not trying, for spacing for not being good enough.

But not once did I see the fault in myself. Not once did I sense that it has been me for a while now.

I stopped.

I gave up and I gave in. How many days we spent tending to MY fears and nightmares- we forgot yours, numbed and silenced.

Now you and they, don’t want to divulge anything to me, “too late for an introduction “  -they say. Whilst blaming you and drinking to it, I left you with no good memories of us.

I threw stones at our glasshouse you built but I stopped living there long before you left. I hid my faults in my hand and pointed the others at you, you took it and gave me something to smile about,  but I never saw my other hand. Why?