You have taken a part of me and that can never be given back. Never can it be returned for it was consumed, it was possessed by someone else’s life. No other life can give it back, no other breath can pay it back, no other love can bring it back…even the one who have taken it away can never give it back to me…it has been consumed…it has been taken….
You have taken a part of my heart and now it isn’t complete. No cure could heal it, no patch can mend it and no cover can conceive it. The hole in my heart can never be mended for its depth can never be reached. It will stay there forever, that space you have taken. A piece from your heart cannot even complete it. My heart is incomplete but my life will always be complete despite my incomplete heart. Though it had a hole in it, it never ceased beating, it never stopped pumping blood into my body’s blood streams, it never quit loving, it never halted….it never bunged.
You have taken a part of my mind and now it’s confused. A part of it went astray and a part of it would always remind me of you. It would always flash back memories of you even if I don’t ask it to. This busy mind - so occupied, so overloaded would never miss a single thought of you. You always enter this busy mind without even asking permission to….same as you entered my heart just as you wished to and tried to get out when you want to…
Then, you have really taken a part of me….
You have taken a part of my life and I am not asking you to bring it back to me for no matter how hard you try, you can never give it back. It has drowned in tears and has succumbed in your blood. It has withered in my fears and died in your fists. It has melted in my veins and dwelled in your heart. It found refuge in you, it found its sanctuary in you but it never found comfort, and so it died.
And you really did take a part of me….and you could not bring it back. Bring it with you, its your to keep, yours to cherish—that is, if you want to. Bring it with you, it yours to rubbish, yours to bury—that is, if you want to.
Now, bring it with you…and do anything you want to…coz I’m not asking it back.
You have taken a part of my heart and now it isn’t complete. No cure could heal it, no patch can mend it and no cover can conceive it. The hole in my heart can never be mended for its depth can never be reached. It will stay there forever, that space you have taken. A piece from your heart cannot even complete it. My heart is incomplete but my life will always be complete despite my incomplete heart. Though it had a hole in it, it never ceased beating, it never stopped pumping blood into my body’s blood streams, it never quit loving, it never halted….it never bunged.
You have taken a part of my mind and now it’s confused. A part of it went astray and a part of it would always remind me of you. It would always flash back memories of you even if I don’t ask it to. This busy mind - so occupied, so overloaded would never miss a single thought of you. You always enter this busy mind without even asking permission to….same as you entered my heart just as you wished to and tried to get out when you want to…
Then, you have really taken a part of me….
You have taken a part of my life and I am not asking you to bring it back to me for no matter how hard you try, you can never give it back. It has drowned in tears and has succumbed in your blood. It has withered in my fears and died in your fists. It has melted in my veins and dwelled in your heart. It found refuge in you, it found its sanctuary in you but it never found comfort, and so it died.
And you really did take a part of me….and you could not bring it back. Bring it with you, its your to keep, yours to cherish—that is, if you want to. Bring it with you, it yours to rubbish, yours to bury—that is, if you want to.
Now, bring it with you…and do anything you want to…coz I’m not asking it back.
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