I've cried for you,

I've cried for you in unknown places, famous infamous lanes, in huge monuments and snazzy malls in front of staring people and when you forced me to pose for photographs. Ones that I may never look back on.
I've cried for you when you hurled expletives about me and my parents, demeaning every bit of my existence by scraps and chunks not knowing that the damage is permanent.
I've cried for you we you left me alone in an alien city and ran away , and watched me find you like a lost child. I've cried when I realized that all this was just a game.
I've cried for you often and sometimes clutching pieces of my broken heart which you thoughtfully tore into pieces.
I've cried for you in dark lanes and bright corners abstracted by thoughts drenched in the blood of my dying love.
I've cried for you when I realized that no one but you knows I am here now. And that you know, I've got no one to run to.
I've cried for you when you've shaken me to bits blaming me for everything, little things and big ones when some of which were not even in my hands.
I've cried for you when my childhood agonies came back again in a different form this time and they came dressed like you.
I've cried for you when I see my folks at home and pretend I'm fine,day by day as the pain grows.
And while clutching the phone close when my mother asks me "Is that a cold?".
I've cried for you when you insulted me in front of strangers who must have laughed inside while I died another day.
I've cried for you when I changed my limitations for you and you thought and said "so what".
I've cried for you when you became what I never hoped you would be.
I've cried for you, in times when I realized you would never care even if I do.

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  1. Rafya SweetsJuly 31, 2015 at 11:16 AM

    This is a beautiful, sad ,angry writing! Good work.
    Heartbreaks create artists.

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    1. SoniaAugust 4, 2015 at 3:44 AM

      Thanks a lot Rafya. Appreciation from a gifted writer like you really means a lot. :)

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  2. Rafya SweetsJuly 31, 2015 at 11:16 AM

    This is a beautiful, sad ,angry writing! Good work.
    Heartbreaks create artists.

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