A year has passed by,

But same are the tears I cry,

And the wounds are still fresh

Because when they try to recover

There is something to throw salt on them.

Maybe its something on the t.v.

Or someone on the street.

But there is always something.

To remind me about the feelings we shared,

About the way we cared.

Is it the same for you?

I first wrote it as a letter.

Thought it might come out better.

But the ink splotched with the tears that fell.

How many lies could I possibly tell.

I don't love you anymore,

I don't care for you anymore,

I have moved on, what else

Have I told my friends?

But every night it is just the same.

The pain which I try to tame.

And the hole in my heart is always the same.

Nobody can ever fill that hole of pain.

Now I ask this question again,

Is it the same for you?

In our love-hate fight I won.

But it doesn't look like I have won.

I confess that I have lost,

This war and also your love.

My ego must have come in the way,

Or was it my attitude that paved the way,

Which led to our fall-out?

Do you think the same?

I know that I am lame,

To ask this again,

But I want to know the answer in vain,

Is it the same for you?

You wanted to meet me, didnt you?

To have a fresh start or to end it all.

I was unsure about it.

But I didn't want to say hello,

To risk another goodbye.

I feared that my guard might come down,

If I saw you,

I might let it pour in front of you.

But never will I let that happen,

Is it the same for you?

You blame it on me don't you?

I blame it on myself too.

I know I used to fight,

Even when you were right.

I should have told you what you meant to me,

Then maybe there would have still been a 'we'.

You think I either moved on or hate you,

But its still none of them.

I still love you, more than what I used to,

But I dont think its the same for you.

I hope the new girl you have,

Treats you better than ever I could have.

I hope she gives you,

Love what I failed to.

I hope she never finds out,

About the way I treated you

Because I am ashamed about it too.

You can admit the truth,

That its not the same for you too....

Once upon a time our tracks used to be the same,

But now both of ours have changed.

Its better that we are apart,

To avoid another painful war.

Where there is only the loss,

Where the gain doesn't matter,

Because there is no latter.

I hope you wish me luck,

For the war I have with myself,

In forgetting you.

Is it the same for you?

THE END

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