For the rest of the Life...

On a bruised soul, a scar that'll remain,
even when you forgive, the pain stays. 
Wiser, smarter or alert, you may become; 
the agony, like shadow simply follows. 

At times, happy that the nightmare is over

and then, sometimes shrivel at the lack of apathy. 

What did I do wrong? He kept asking himself.

Undervalued, challenged and never accepted. 

Together yet separate, expectations stemming out of comparisons. 

"You ain't passionate, don't dress well, nor have a car that matches a style."

"Stifled for space", she argued. "You keep checking if I have reached the venue. 

don't you trust me, I can take care of myself, " she yelled and scorned. 

He was in love, albeit blind

just concerned, she had a ride, cause its 2AM, 

lil did he know, she was in happier arms, 

that gave her the warmth and a ride back home. 

He chanced upon some text and e-mails, 

that professed love, happiness and the life together, 

He knew, it was the end of his love and care for her. 

betrayed, battered and bruised, he confronted her and asked her to let it all loose. 

Her 5 years love story, left him heartbroken and shattered. 

scarred him for the rest of his life, yet it didn't matter. 

He asked her to go and live her life, but she said, she'd stay with him for the rest of the life. 

Mixed feelings he experienced in that time, didn't know if he should thank, cry or feel remorsefully lost. 

He took it in his stride, let bygones dusted out of his life. 

yet a human he was, with a bruised soul, a scar that'll remain,

even when he forgave, the pain stayed.

Life and Love are 2 different things,

One is to live and the other is to feel

Wiser, smarter or alert, he may have become; 
the agony stays and the scar reminds him