What Hurt Me

What hurt me was not that we fought
What hurt me was that you didn’t understand me

What hurt me was not that you were hurting me
What hurt me more was that you never cared about it.

What hurt me was not that we ended the day quarrelling
What hurt me was that you slept peacefully mocking my tears

What hurt me was not our differences
What hurt me was that you never tried to sort it

What hurt me was not you
What hurt me was my own expectations
What hurt me was the realization that you will never love me the way I love you

Eivine

Hi! I’m Eivine, a writer who loves to prance around with words! Writing had been my ultimate passion ever since I learned to hold my pencil in the toddler days. Being a single child who didn’t have the luxury of YouTube, cartoons and video games of the present generation, my besties for life where books! My mother was the one who introduced me to the fantastic world of words that wove tales and poetry. One day when she returned from work, she had a big book in her hand. It was Enid Blyton’s “The Naughtiest Girl In The School.” I took it awestruck and asked her how I’m going to finish reading such a big book. She asked me to try it once and to both her and my surprise, I finished reading it in a stretch without even taking a break. That was my first step into the world of books, words, reading, and writing.