• soorya_ajith 6w

    I hate him

    I hate my ex
    But he brought out the writer in me.

    When I stood under the shower
    Sobbing away my pain in vain
    A sharp sting in my heart
    Unbearable and throbbing

    My pillow held a million tears
    Each for each day and night I craved him
    Craved his love
    But solitude hugged me in return
    Cold instead of the warmth I needed.

    But when I poured me words as ink
    Took my pen
    A million thoughts jumped out
    A slow reduction of pain
    A slow burial of the past

    He brought out the writer in me
    The ex, whom I hate.