Wounds.

You were hurt I thought.  I wished to heal you and love you. I tried with the utmost of my strength and made a house of glass for us. I picked up piece by piece, shattering my soul and my being.

I gave up for the wounds you had and I gave up for cracks you had.

Even, I was scarred but I loved you much more than healing them.

I thought one day you would heal and waited and worked for it. Years passed by. I went so deep into the cracks you had that I forgot to breathe. But when one day a piece of glass from our house struck through my heart I had to wake up. I had to breathe.

I wish you had believed in the ointments made of my soul, my being, my honesty and my effort. I thought we would share the scars of our wounds and cherish them as they are and stay in that cramped crystal house which was no less than a heaven in my eyes. And we would be as we were!

But then I could see you have no wound anymore. If you were the ointment would have worked.

You harmed yourself, you took pieces of our crystal house and harmed your soul. You didn’t accept the ointment for the wounds. And in all this glass house was hollowed and it fell apart.

I wish you had opened your soul and let my efforts seep in

I do remember.

I don’t remember,

deep conversation.

I don’t remember,

 quest to soul.

I don’t remember,

satiation of the mind.

I don’t remember,

Event of high happiness.

I felt hollow in the end.

I don’t remember

A completeness.

I do remember,

Not being my self.

I do remember,

Squealing to my soul.

I do remember,

The times unjustified

I do remember,

The thoughts suppressed.

I do remember,

Absence of my heart.

I do remember

It wasn’t because I couldn’t.

I do remember,

Being here yet I wasn’t.

I do remember,

I missed something.

I do remember,

I was imprisoned in my mind.

I do remember,

That I don’t remember.

And that was the end!

I remember.