Behind the cupboard,cries a girl

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It was too late
Too late for you
I never wanted  to hear it from you once again
I knew you were not you when you said that I was the one
And I knew this too that I was not me when I thought you were the one
You were never you
And neither I 
After all this chaos
You were still smiling
Recklessly you burned  me,
But you never knew that I would survive
Fire never burns fire
You thought I was over,
You created a game and won it ,
But one day I hope you realize that you created a storm
One day you will have lot of things in your mind
Things said or unsaid
One day you would want to voice them
But that day I wont be around ,I hope,
Looking behind in my life
I feel thankful to you,
For making me stronger than I was.
You will run from your ghosts
You will search for my grave
For putting your apology,
But you would never find me.
Today when I write something,
You are the inspiration,
I still cry when I write,
The ink just spreads around
It just blurs what I write
But each word I pen out
Comes direct out of the pain I undergo
I never get a blurred vision  of the words
They are clear and straight from my heart
As you were into my heart,
The day you left
I filled myself with poetry,
How could I have survived with a void?
There is no  beginning that could remove the sadness ,
This ending was so painful
I  drowned  in a sea that I was only suppose to sail

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