If you had hurt me
I would be in bits and pieces
Still and all, I would have all of me,
But you shattered  me, you crushed me,
So unreservedly,
I am afraid I will never find all of me again,
yet still, you question “Did I hurt you?”
hurt? It’s too blunt, it’s too little
You obliged me to love you so much
I started hating myself
you made me hate being alive,
I got obsessed with digging my own grave
Yet, even now, it flatters me
The courage you had
To query, whether I was “hurt”
it still, does fascinates me,
how you walked away,
with a “sorry” without any chains
after you disoriented, discarded
shattered and scattered me..