I wrote her, her beauty, her innocence, her everything with the ink of my scars but all went in vain, 

I should be okay but I couldn't understand why it gave me so much pain.

I made her realize that I love her as many times as I could through my writing, 

but I feel that she couldn't sense it as I might not good enough when it comes to citing.

I kept on sending my love to her but I think she never wanted to take it, 

I could've strived hard only if I knew how to make it.

I would never know that a broken heart can write so well, 

if my life wouldn't have turned slowly into a living hell.

I told her that I write for you and I wanted her to read all those writings in a memorable way 

but she used to read it just like a stranger, and that's how I became my own life changer.

If only you can feel my thoughts, you'd know. I once promised you that I won't stop writing but eventually, I did but only about you just to grow...

I feel sorry for you for losing a gem of a person who always stood by your side, but I also want to thank you because I found me on the cusp of losing you, I finally confide.

Worth it... Isn't it?