Some said it is just a wake-up call to see my real worth, to realise that I’ve tolerated more than I should, to see I’ve been loyal for too long than I actually should, to see I’ve waited for too long for him to act right and to see the beautiful soul that I am.
Tears flowed down my cheeks every night. Through those tears, today my pillow knows the inside and outside of each and every kinda pain I once went through all in the name of love. I cried for what I love, for what I thought I couldn’t live without. But today my question is: Was it worth it?
He threw false accusations my way every light out, but defending myself was as hard as a lady in heels climbing a tree. My fragile heart would melt every single second I was accused, and in the name of love, I would still stand up and fight to prove my innocence at any cost. But today my question is: Was it worth it?
Jealousy would slowly kill me every minute of the day, for I was unable to watch someone else tryna take what I love away from me. My whole mood would be demolished for the day. In anger, I would stand up and fight by all means to save what belongs to me all in the name of love, even if it meant destroying my relationships with everyone to keep what I love, to me it really mattered not. But today my question is: Was it worth it?
I
made zillion sacrifices but still, he’d wrong me a billion times, hurt me a million times, he’d humiliate and embarrass me to the world because of lack of loyalty. My heart would pound into thousand pieces and I would feel like a joke, unwanted and very less of a lady. But in his every apology, I opened my heart and allowed myself to make another space for him and forgive him in the name of love. But today my question is: Was it worth it?
made zillion sacrifices but still, he’d wrong me a billion times, hurt me a million times, he’d humiliate and embarrass me to the world because of lack of loyalty. My heart would pound into thousand pieces and I would feel like a joke, unwanted and very less of a lady. But in his every apology, I opened my heart and allowed myself to make another space for him and forgive him in the name of love. But today my question is: Was it worth it?
He’d get mad at me for no reason that I know, but all in the name of love, I would be the one to apologise. Yes! My heart would break and not a little for taking the blame for everything that I do not know but it mattered not as long as I still had what I love. But today my question is: Was it worth it?
I was warned and told to leave him, but I wouldn’t just go away that easily in the name of loving him, I stayed for more pain, humiliation, false accusation, unappreciated sacrifices and loving him. But as the wound continues to grow inside, as my heart continues to break each day and as tears still flow like a river, I now wonder, I now wanna know: Is it worth it?