why do you still come by,
even though i've hurt you so much?
but you were physically hurt,
while i was emotionally.
who do you think, is experiencing more pain?
you placed the bowl of porridge on the nightstand, and sat on the chair next to me. you smiled at me, with those scars flashing visibily at me.
as if nothing had happened to you at all, you kept on talking to me like normal. were you just pretending to be strong?
a pang of guilt hit me,
just as i know i was actually just as weak as you. or even weaker than you,
and you were the one who was standing still till the end of the battle.