By Saumya Chawla
I often look at the sky,
Thinking if all the moments we spent together was a lie.
I used to relate myself with the moon,
Knowing that people still love it knowing it has scars.
I related myself with the fire made stars.
Then I think, people wouldn't have really loved the moon if they could see how imperfect it is,
Just like how you left me alone when you saw my insecurities.
Knowing I loved you but never cared about the feelings,
Always made me feel worthless while I made a small bubble for myself filled with obscurity.
I often look at the sky,
And I think if you are looking at the moon too.
And do you still think about me and the way I loved you?
By Saumya Chawla
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