You don’t know

You were one of those few people

Whom I gave importance.

When I talked to you

I opened myself up

Thinking you were serious about what I had told you

I wanted you to be honest too

Because I was.

But that’s the bitter truth about life

People can’t be honest

I often used to get sad

When I saw you acting ,

What you acted in front of me before ,

To some other people.

I was sad when I saw you with someone else

Buying books on the footpath, together you seemed so happy .

That is my fault always

I have been making this kind of mistake all my life

I trust people so easily and think that I am a precious part of their life too

Nobody cares, man

The sadness is the price

I pay for that mistake.

Published by Pritam

An introvert observer trying to express experiences and imaginations in the form of words.

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