Unloved All dressed up for fake melodramas
Rehearsing the grinding pain,
Herself hunting for her true identity,
Mending the shattered scraps,
Of the never recovering controversies
Ultimately, she was unloved. @aishu24
Have you been to that house? Old walls with crumbling paint and doors coming apart at the hinges. It's falling apart now. It has been ages since you last stepped in.
Those roads leading to it are covered in snow and dead leaves. That first inkling of winter and its pale shadow now no longer exists. It's secluded now, away from all of humanity. So are we.
The memories have burned away in the fireplace of what was once a warm hearth. Now, all that stands is a chimney blackened by the soot of those burnt memories.
That house still remains like the skeletons in your closet that you are too afraid to bury. It stands dark and gloomy in a winter landscape. It stayed where we built it and we moved away.
Have you crossed its threshold again? Crunching leaves and dead flowers along the way, did it hit you that this was never a home and always a house to come back to?
Did you step inside and see the cobwebs covering the spine of the house? Those faded polaroids stuck to the walls. A picture perfect memory that no longer tugs at your heartstrings. Did you see the molten candles, the wax staining the carpets and the hardwood floors? A step and a creak, what happened?
Have you ever thought of that house? As a place you could have learned to love and call a home. As somewhere you could let go of the world, of all the rush and be a misanthrope.