You were like a favourite book of mine, reading you thoroughly, understanding you correctly were hobby of mine .
I was proud on the content of yours and was feeling really lucky and excited that I will be yours but when I realized that the content of yours was a series of lies, I was devasted at that moment, I felt like am not alive and internals of mine were shattered in pieces.
I am waching my debris lying here and there , with the parts of mine been broken , scattered and  being lost and missing.
While collecting these pieces I am wondering of you, the moment we lived, the moment we cherrised, the moment I loved to be with you, why I wonder were broken by you.
The reason of destruction is still unknown, the reason of loneliness is still unknown, the reason of betrayal is still unknown.
The act of yours have broken my soul, yes my soul, the soul which loved you like never before, the soul which comforted you like never before, the soul which helped you like never before.
The soul of mine is drawing a line, a line to determine the constituent of mine.
An attempt is needed to determine , an attempt is needed to show strength of mine.