Poison in My Veins

I know I should not dwell upon it. I should just move on. But I have such a stubborn heart. It feels like drinking poison and hoping someone else die.

That Is Why I Am Me

I believe I saw it coming. It was expected. Sooner and later I would know. Funny thing was, I was not angry. I just sighed and said - whatever.

I told her other people might face this test differently. I, on the other hand, handled this in such a way that I am the one being hurt in the end. But I was consoled. "That's why you are you," she said.

That is my only regret. And the consequences? These little pieces of shards I used to call - heart.