People come..... And they go. Sometimes, even when you don't want to, you have to kick them out of your life. Some people would say that I'm simply hurt right now. But nobody will even come close to gauging the anger inside me;anger that is deeply rooted in hurt.
I once came across this line while reading a book. "There is no greater crime than theft. When you lie, you're stealing someone's right to know the truth." It was in the same book that I read another line-"For you, a thousand times over."
Dishonesty has always been a tight slap across my face. I've never been able to tell why though. People lie all the time. But when someone lies to me, there's no shove as ruthless, there's no anger so potent, there's no stronger force choking my throat.
This is isn't my story. It's hers. Someone exactly like me. Someone, who's habit of lying to me, has been the cause of so much hurt and anger. Because, if she couldn't trust me, I couldn't trust her.. and we had no other. It was just her.. and me...
He came walking into her life one day, making no promise of being there when the moonless night slowly crashed into the sunny, summer morning, who's light hurt your eyes after a slumber bereft of pleasant dreams. And to think she wouldn't know if he spent half of the night in another woman's bed, after singing her lullabies of soft kisses before she closed her eyes to see if she could feel him beside her for just one night, kicked her self esteem and pride... for he thought she was a fool.
Fate finds its way of telling you the secrets you're destined to know. Evidence finds its way to you even when you're not looking. And when she found out, it was over.
But what that doesn't change... is the anger. That anger rooted in hurt. Because, his bed was never going to be lonely... and hers would be a reminder of nothing else but betrayal, unspoken words that her mind and heart still longed to hear, and an unwilling self to ever do the same. But more than anything, it was a reminder that... for the sake of the sweet memories that she deluded herself into thinking were pure, symbolic of affection and nothing else.. she would go through that sweet pain, a thousand times over.
This is isn't my story. It's hers. Someone exactly like me. Someone, who's habit of lying to me about her pain, has been the cause of so much hurt and anger. Because, if she couldn't trust me, I couldn't trust her.. and we had no other. It was just her.. and me... It was just my conscience and me...
I once came across this line while reading a book. "There is no greater crime than theft. When you lie, you're stealing someone's right to know the truth." It was in the same book that I read another line-"For you, a thousand times over."
Dishonesty has always been a tight slap across my face. I've never been able to tell why though. People lie all the time. But when someone lies to me, there's no shove as ruthless, there's no anger so potent, there's no stronger force choking my throat.
This is isn't my story. It's hers. Someone exactly like me. Someone, who's habit of lying to me, has been the cause of so much hurt and anger. Because, if she couldn't trust me, I couldn't trust her.. and we had no other. It was just her.. and me...
He came walking into her life one day, making no promise of being there when the moonless night slowly crashed into the sunny, summer morning, who's light hurt your eyes after a slumber bereft of pleasant dreams. And to think she wouldn't know if he spent half of the night in another woman's bed, after singing her lullabies of soft kisses before she closed her eyes to see if she could feel him beside her for just one night, kicked her self esteem and pride... for he thought she was a fool.
Fate finds its way of telling you the secrets you're destined to know. Evidence finds its way to you even when you're not looking. And when she found out, it was over.
But what that doesn't change... is the anger. That anger rooted in hurt. Because, his bed was never going to be lonely... and hers would be a reminder of nothing else but betrayal, unspoken words that her mind and heart still longed to hear, and an unwilling self to ever do the same. But more than anything, it was a reminder that... for the sake of the sweet memories that she deluded herself into thinking were pure, symbolic of affection and nothing else.. she would go through that sweet pain, a thousand times over.
This is isn't my story. It's hers. Someone exactly like me. Someone, who's habit of lying to me about her pain, has been the cause of so much hurt and anger. Because, if she couldn't trust me, I couldn't trust her.. and we had no other. It was just her.. and me... It was just my conscience and me...
10 comments:
It's an awesome post. Like the book says, that lying is not a good thing to do, coz you're stealing a man's right to the truth.
BTW, I gifted you the versatile blogger award, but since you've already acknowledged it, I'm just a teeny bit late. =P
Oooh. That was intense and I'm hoping that was fiction. Thank God for secrets that become known to us.
the last line ;
"It was just my conscience and me..."
you already know (all the time) of whatever do I think of it thanks to cellphones :P
my only crtique: could have been a better picture!
but not bad anyway :*
next post better be SUPER DAMN HAPPY OKAY.
but really well written babe, as always. mwa:*
:)
the pain, it's so addictive, that it seeps in, escapes no matter how much it's shadowed.
*sweet pain*
and smiles, and tears...
Hey Meher! Thank You! =)
About the Award! Thank You so much once again. I'll acknowledge it in the previous post. =D *hugs*
The Blog Writer, =)
Nil, =*
I tried googling some pictures, but I didn't get anything like what I really wanted.
Aakash, well said. =)
Thank You =)
"Better to be hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie" :)
I really like your style of writing, shivangi :)
conscience is a bitch anyways...sticks u badly in the worst of the places...where it does not bleeds a bit but hurts for a long time....beautiful
Thank You Ruhani =)
Bucking Fastard, Thank You. =)
It made an interesting read. The fight between the self and conscience continues.
^Thank You. =)
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