Last night going through my journals I found the one gifted by you.
A diary made with handmade paper in which I loved to scribble with ink pens, some painting colours and it would absorb everything. Leaving no mark on the next page.
Sometimes I feel I'm like that handmade paper only, absorbing everything within and not staining the surroundings.
Yesterday I wrote all the pending poetries in it which needed to be added to my journals.
Tears mixed along the ink didn't bother me.
I just needed to finish it and set it aside.
I left a note in it for whoever finds it in the future when I'm no more.
But I don't want to see it again.
Too many heartbreaking memories.
Too many sacrifices, compromises.
I had warned you many times to not take me for granted, to not take my love for granted and also don't take the time for granted.
You didn't listen.
You didn't realise.
Now, time has taken its toll on everything.
I packed the lamp you gave wishing me a life full of light.
It has lost its shine. The glitters have faded. I tried replacing the bulb but the brightness has decreased on its own.
Maybe the lamp misses you too and it worked only till there was love. Your love.
Your ego rules you so I've lost every hope.
You will blame me, curse me or even be furious but never will you realise the wrong that you did.
While I waited for you with the food readily served on the table you never came back on time.
The day I was tired after work, hungry and decided to eat you came and doubted my integrity.
I changed myself from head to toe as per you liked, didn't I deserve atleast some part of it in return?
If you as a man can fight for your self respect then where was I wrong to fight for mine?
Maybe now you feel the same agony that I've been living with for a long time.
I believe after sometime you will forget me as well just like the rest of our memories.
Never did I ever ask for any gold
just sometime of yours
to be spent together,
you took the love for granted
but forgot what I'd said
just love will never be enough
for a relationship to be mended.
P.S. You pushed it too far this time!
Done and dusted
Auldrin