Yes, that day I decided to give up?
Is that a decision even?
Well at least I like to believe so?
Truth? Well as one's perception goes.
He left or I let him go?
I made him go? Or he wanted to so propose?
Perception,
Beliefs,
The phenomena of the glass half empty, or balf full?
The phenomena of pushing the door, inside or outside?
Whatever..
Yeah,.whatever it was,
It hurt.
The broken pieces pierced,
Heart bled but the red unseen,
'Shylock dear, thou there should've been.'
So to make peace, with my broken pieces,
To teach a lesson of happiness, to the disloyal spieces,
I had to decide; TO ACCEPT.
A fooled, played, broken, burnt, torn, destroyed, lonely..
Heart still beat, cause it was destined to,
And when Cupid had left
Making a stupid of me,
All I could do right,
Was to accept that he had Left.
My red and grey matters
Fought amongst their chatters;
And I made peace with the remains,
Yes, I made peace with the destined,
He had gone and so I let him go,
On the call of the divine.


© Aarti