I gave you the pages
Of my life..
But you ripped them of,
when I expected it to
Be written in your love..

I glued those pages again
And gave it to you once more..
You scribbled it up..
With harsh words..
And made it more worse..

I again made an attempt..
To give you more beautiful ones..
But this time..
I am grateful that you
Didn't tear it apart..
Nor scribbled it up..
But instead..
Wrote your hatred in it..
And...