Scarred Me

By Saumya Chawla

I often look at the sky,

Thinking if all the moments we spent together was a lie.

I used to relate myself with the moon,

Knowing that people still love it knowing it has scars.

I related myself with the fire made stars.

Then I think, people wouldn't have really loved the moon if they could see how imperfect it is,

Just like how you left me alone when you saw my insecurities.

Knowing I loved you but never cared about the feelings,

Always made me feel worthless while I made a small bubble for myself filled with obscurity.

I often look at the sky,

And I think if you are looking at the moon too.

And do you still think about me and the way I loved you?

By Saumya Chawla