Euphoria

by F.S. Yousaf

I staunchly believed That my heart Was the purist Out of everyone I had encountered. But no one thinks they are Ever the bad guy. Just the misunderstood.

She was there through All your pain and suffering, And every challenge and test, Yet you betrayed her. Afterwards, you showered her with Half-hearted apologies. She deserved so much more Than a half-made man.

As much as it hurt To see you leave, It could not compare to the feeling Of finally being free. When you left

Maybe we were made of the same material, Or we were just two different people Trying to make something That could not blend.