someone else...

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Someone else.

Torturous and mentally abusive it was. Their relationship.

More of an imprisonment where not both but only she was barred.

Where only she had to renounce her freedom.

Painful suffering it was.

Never did she smile. Never did she laugh.

Her tears now feared to trickle down.

Constant criticisms had blurred her charm.

A piece of her dimmed every time she made a little mistake.

His mistakes? Oh he “never” made any.

With time she lost herself somewhere in the nowhere.

Bed of roses? Never. It was bed of thorns.

His thorns that pricked every corner of her heart.

But one day from those pricked holes her love for him flowed out.

The tears hid behind the mascara just to decide one thing,

Whether to move on or let fate decide her destiny.

“I am in love with someone else”, she told him.

“But who is…” the last moisture of her lips on his silenced his question.

She turned around and walked away.

She was in love with someone else. In love with someone new.

She wasn’t afraid to love anymore.

She was in love with herself.