Darling

Innocent Asma, who wouldn't dare question anything and would always be corrected.

Innocent me, who always said "yes" to make you feel that I was absolutely down for you, no matter what.
Innocent me. As if you was to rest your hand on my shoulder and whisper

"It's okay. I understand you. You're not alone."

Innocent me, who thought having you was euphoria.

Stupid me, for sharing my silence with you.

Stupid me, for crying when we were new.

Stupid me, for seeing the warmth of truth in your eyes.

Stupid me, for wearing outfits which you dared to rip apart to resurrect your fantasies.

Stupid me, for giving you my ear as well as my heart when you laughed at giving me your hand.

Stupid me, for believing you had a dream that married mine.

Stupid you, for staring at a screen, revealing your masquerade of emotions as you swapped feelings with another.

Stupid you, for calling me strong, it wasn't because of you.

Stupid you, for requesting flowers, my flowers won't make your soul beautiful.

In return for loyalty...deception.

In return for honesty...promises.

It was all an act. I realise now I was just playing the part.

So thank you for releasing me from the shackles of your pride.

You weren't worth it darling, you weren't worth it at all.