Bhoomi's diary

On rare days, I think about you.
about the damage that you caused,
the scars you left behind that I’m still learning to heal from. 
Sometimes I wonder, Why did you do that to me? 
Did I really deserve all the hate you threw in my way? 
the way you painted my bluest skies gray.
 
Maybe it was your own bitterness towards life that you threw in my way, poisoning my soul with it as your anger withered away.
Where did I sign up to be hated this way for caring for you while you took the sun from my darkest nights away?
 
Did you think it was okay for you to hurt me just because I forgive you every time?
I was scared of losing you, so I was always the one to apologize, yet you hurt me over and over again until I couldn’t fight.
 
You said you loved to hear me talk, but little did I know it was your strategy all along. 
You used my own words against me in each one of our fights, until I cried over it and apologized.
And now I wonder, Why did I put up with all your shit? 
Was it the way you made me feel heard when I was alone and didn’t fit? 
 
And although it’s all over now, I still wish you a kinder sea, in hopes that it’ll take you as far away from me as it can get, so you can’t hurt me again, and I hope you know that you can’t catch me now.