Tag: past

Haunting past

life, Past, poetry, present, reality

The past is in the past

Sweet then

Repulsive now

Never thought I’d regret ever

Was one of the best things that ever happened

Thought nothing could be more better

Or more beautiful

Was never ready to let it go ever

It was my light source

My reason to be what I was

I clang to it for mere life

Scraped every inch of my sanity

Just to keep it alive

Almost gave up my dignity in the process

Cried endless nights to plead for it to stay

Begged every possible way

Broke my heart several times

To millions of pieces

Only after it sucked the existence out of me

I got to know

That it was all a lie

A sham

I was used

I have been cheated

Two long years

When all along I was thinking it was a precious gift

I stand now

No plans of looking back

Dignity lost

Still ashamed, dirty

For not realizing soon

I can never be the same