Baskadia

The pain in her heart

The stagger in her steps

All caused by me, my carelessness

She was everything I ever had

She was the starlight in darkness

She was the bird song in the morning

She was my life, my love

I never appreciated her struggle

To love a toxic man I was

To take care of my stupid temper, like my mum

To forgive all the cheating

To forgive all the assaults

To work and support me, an ingrate

Transforming a half-witted boy into a man

This is how she is being paid

Attending my wedding

Not as the bride

Not as a bridesmaid

Not as a guest

But as a gate crusher

Just to come and wish me good luck

And perhaps bid good bye

I could feel her intentions

As pure as her flawless heart