It's been so long
That she's counted hours that've added to days
And days that've to months
All of which she'd spent to remember to forget you
Years have repeated themselves over
Bringing back all the first times and all the first days
Driving her down to all the first places
Where she continues to take herself to remember to forget you
She grew from being naive
To one that wouldn't ever be again
She struggles now, to conceal her limp, for the hard crutches of resilience have begun to hurt too
Yet, pushes herself, and never ceases, to remember to forget you
For what have you brought her
But grief and humiliation, and endless sleepless nights
Letting her go just when she would begin to believe you would never
The faith that has been walked over, only reminds her each day to remember to forget you
Don't bask in the light of irreplaceability and pride
It was the best love you just let out and it's a roundabout life we're talking about
The limp would recover soon, and she'd walk far and away steady
But you'd drown in the marsh of falsity you stepped yourself into, struggling to forget to remember her.
– Divya Rathi
That she's counted hours that've added to days
And days that've to months
All of which she'd spent to remember to forget you
Years have repeated themselves over
Bringing back all the first times and all the first days
Driving her down to all the first places
Where she continues to take herself to remember to forget you
She grew from being naive
To one that wouldn't ever be again
She struggles now, to conceal her limp, for the hard crutches of resilience have begun to hurt too
Yet, pushes herself, and never ceases, to remember to forget you
For what have you brought her
But grief and humiliation, and endless sleepless nights
Letting her go just when she would begin to believe you would never
The faith that has been walked over, only reminds her each day to remember to forget you
Don't bask in the light of irreplaceability and pride
It was the best love you just let out and it's a roundabout life we're talking about
The limp would recover soon, and she'd walk far and away steady
But you'd drown in the marsh of falsity you stepped yourself into, struggling to forget to remember her.
– Divya Rathi
I can relate to this. Have a similar past. 'you'd drown in the marsh of falsity' was savage. Implies that you're ruthlessly vengeful to those who betray.
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