He Used to Love Me [Poem]

Hello there. ..
As I told you from time to time I will posting some of my writings :)
So here is a new one by the name " He Used to Love Me "

I wrote this last month while I was on my trip in India .. a situation happened where I read this line " he used to love me " and it inspired me to write this piece :)
Please enjoy and don't forget, your feedback is really helpful :)

Isn’t life funny?

What was once my yesterday, my history, my one and only distinguishable happy memory

Shattered right before my eyes in few words: “He USED to love me “

Clearly filled with emotions, these words were replied back

Full of guilt, hurt, betrayal, anger, and sadness... yet full of passion

Few years ago, I did realize what true love meant...

That day I realized I would never be able to set myself free

But today, I finally broke through

A hunch took me back few years ago,

Say NO and so I did

Influenced by my brain’s own doubts and reason

I backed off from what I believed true love to be

I loved? Yes I did…

I doubted? I did

I still doubt? Yes … though he is no longer here

But I know, between the lines of this caring treatment, there is a lie dying to swim back to the surface..

I guess luck is on my side, two hits in a row and next will be a homerun

I never trusted people..

Now I can never trust people

I can no longer be surprised with whatever life throws at me ..

What happened here was a perfect masterpiece

I didn’t know and she still doesn’t know

Under the same roof, we were sharing the same lie just with different characters .. yet the same villain; the same hero

He was there and he is still there toying with another ..

The question is .. is it also a lie?

Her existence .. his issue .. his life?

I am starting to doubt everything .. I just cannot look without questioning

Are you the one I long knew? Or are you just another character you wrote?

Having to be hit with reality over and over again in such time

I am not sure if accepting it the way it is will help the scars fade away

Because apparently they will not

Being viewed as the corrupted piece for a long time .. I am starting to wonder if I should actually become one

Since everyone is already corrupted

Her and her and her

All had their chances over and over again .. but I sat back in fear

Because I thought I will become corrupted ..

And I wanted to stay pure ..

Seems like .. the word pure its self is corrupted

She said: “ There was no other girl around him”

But there I was believing it was only me ..

But there she was and probably others

            Yet I question .. do I have the right to be angry?

In a sense I don’t know the truth and I can’t ask for the truth

He didn’t lie and I never asked

            But do I feel betrayed? Yes I do

            He has taken her heart along with mine and broke it

            I have every right ..