I am an empathetic person and it’s not a good thing. Empathy is the worst quality ever.
I understand. I understand that you loved her but she loved none yet fooled all to believe so. You thought she was yours just like you were hers. When you found out it wasn’t so, that when she said she loved you she didn’t mean it, you were broken. She broke your trust, your heart. She broke you.
We are hurt and exhausted. We both faced a great fall in our lives. We give a lot to the ones we love, so much that we forget to love ourselves. I have learnt, though, after processing my emotions throughout the time I devoted to myself, that no matter what, I will never again forget to love myself. None’s entry or exit in and out of my life would affect me so much as to make me hollow and void of love. We will rise.
And some days I fly.
My body remains grounded
though my soul raises high
up towards the sky.
Everyone is chasing
Passions and possessions
Some big and others small
But the true saints solely know it all
Time is sand.
It flows from our hand
As tight we may keep our grip
A pinhole and all of it would slip.