if my insides were  on the outside,

would  you have spotted

the pain in my heart?

Or the scars sculpted

here and there;

bleeding everytime

you walked away?

Would you have seen my soul, dipped in crimson blood,

and tormented every night

for the sins I have done?

Would you have roamed

In the deep dark forests

Of my chaotic mind

where demons lurked

and chopped down

my  memory trees?

Would you have attempted

to search

for a false hope,

found in my eyes?

I guess not

For my love

With the roaring fire

crackeling in your hazel eyes

You burned me alive

With a single glance

A glance ...

Full of...

Indefference...

A glance..