Maybe I fell in love with a version of him that didn't exist.

He would hurt me and make the hurt my fault. So no matter who got hurt, I was to be blamed, always.

He would treat me like a child, which was not a bad thing exactly, but came with shades of grey since being a child also came with the inability to make one's own decisions, being dependent on someone else and being directed by an 'elder' about the right course of action.

The hope of uniting with you kept me alive and yet killed me,Wrapped up in possibilities I had no control over, it ate me.If anything could've stopped you, I would've raised wars for you,My love couldn't make miracles but I've got these scars for you.

You held my hand and took me to places magical,I kept your words like sacred verses, wrapped up in red ribbons, at the back of my mind.You made me rise like a phoenix from the ashes, my existence became mythical,When your lips touched mine, I experienced sheer bliss that I could never find.

When I got you, I felt like a princess without having been crowned, With the solemn pledges of love, weren’t we bound? I loved you so much, yet you put me aside, And this is how the scars of your love leave me, smiling from outside but dying from inside.

Back then, my brown eyes radiated the purity of my soul, which now tell stories of wounds inflicted on it. I saw people in the same light as the law does—“innocent until proven guilty”—as opposed to how I look at the world now—“guilty until proven innocent.

Are you my sin or are you my redemption?

I want to lead a luxurious life with someone who would still be with me without those luxuries.

A real connection, one that can’t be denied and defies all reasons—untamed, raw, pure feelings that give the comfort of a Jaguar in a WagonR; the fragrance of a five-star hotel’s fresh linens in a small, cosy mattress; and the thrill of a new gadget in a person who you can call home.