Everyday, in my exasperation I strike you off my life.
Seems ‘goodbye’ is the most dreadful sentiment. Something that can spare your shaming but lingers on a very thin edge. Tried not talking, not baring my soul naked, yet I feel helpless like a bird with clipped wings. The only emotion whirling in me was to shut my mouth close from uttering all those heart wrenching cries and beat your chest and make you let me in. You bar me. You avoid expressing your heart out to me, it’s like you are squeezing out every drop of my life and giving not even a dash of solace to my losing self.