You knew everything about me.
Everything that reached my lips as words, and lot more that stayed behind in my heart, unsaid.
When they asked me what I knew of you that no one else did.
I was left blank.
I tried to look for an answer, searching through each day of every year we thought we were in love.
Silence remained...
Deafening silence.
I realised I loved a stranger, all the while.
I took you to very nook and corner of every single room of the house of my heart.
But you kept me waiting at the doorstep of yours.
Dusted up my soul, showed you the bruises which even I was afraid to see.
And here I am , left alone, dusting up and staring at the new bruises you gave me before leaving...
