Sometimes I don't know what I did wrong,
What made the melody of our life go so sour?
What made night time tales got replaced by nightmares?
You became someone I feared you to be,
And I became a stone hard girl
who shut herself from your cries, sighs , censure and irreverent cheers.
Sometimes, I wonder what are you paying for ?
Is it fot the cost that I paid in silence? or is it the debt you want my bruises to pay?
I wonder when the trust bed started brewing disgust and comtempt.
All I can do is write these empty words into an empty space
where they would be forgotten like any other bubble in the water
as I empty the cup of hemlock into the sea of anonymity and wilderness.

© sunshine07