Oh God all those years I was wearing a crown made of knives in the blindness of grotesque love.
I was blind, I lost visions to see that my head was bleeding, it became heavy due to the burden of crown which was full of turbulent.
His sedatives overpowered my mind and copious lies in the form of love overpowered my heart. I was like a robot. He command I always completed the tasks.
One day his succumbed love yanked my veins when I found him with another madmoiselle. I was dead from inside. My body was only breathing and he eloped.
I realized that crown which I was wearing was not a crown of love, it was a crown of knives, which you gifted to me as a token of love by saying “I sewed my heart in it”.
That crown had your heart ,yes you were right because those knives was dived in your toxic, gluttonous thoughts to stab my feelings one day. You left me when you got fully entertained.
It was my mistake, I paid for it ,now I am breathing freshness. You know I made my own crown while keeping your crown in my mind.
I am ruling like a King not Queen in my own world and my crown is made up of happiness, kindness, loyalty, love, patience and trust. Leaving you was a blessing. Loving myself was a gift to me from my side.
I am no more nihilist, I am a formative one now. Whenever I think about the crown of knives, I smile and speak to myself, “it was necessary to break the inertia from my soul, my mind by wearing that merciless crown”.
I break the law of inertia and rises from it’s broken pieces , no one can stop me, because I discovered the beauty of life, love, faith and my strength.
Oh my my! what a beautiful illusion of a crown made up of knives, which I considered priceless, you was a bane.
I am still wondering how apathetic I was towards me and this sacred life.