Sometimes we get hurt the most by those we call loved ones…
…
Pain, sadness, loneliness…
Are you the one who closed that golden door leading to the
dreams coming true?
Are you the one who chose the silence when I needed your
words the most?
Are you the one who buried into the ashes the most sacred
feelings?
Are you the one who deliberately turned blind eye on me when
I was crying my eyes out?
Are you the one who punished me for my choice and actions
time and time again?
Are you the one – the Doombringer of my life – peaceful and
quiet or hurricane and flood?
Are you the one who has always stayed by my side or the one who
chose to leave one more time?
Are you the one who feel pleasure when those around him are
in pain?
…
And here we are - the same old story written in the books from
all ages.
You are the one who delivered the verdict and I am the one
who feels when aches.
A toxic cycle of diminished self-respect and hatred,
sadomasochism in its highest form.
But you are just a human, nothing godly in your presence,
only words spoken in vain.
You are the one who loves to make me small every day until
nothing is left
And I am the one who gathers all the misery and then turn it
into a new monstrosity
Until one of us is tired and decides to leave, until then it
is like an endless curse
We are bound to each other in unhealthy pleasure from unhealthy pain.
