That's My Business, Not Yours
The moon, stars, and infinity were the witnesses of how many nights spent where I was wishing this would happen. Our path finally crossed, the lane of our wordless and colorless memories that once neglected in the unknown is slowly floating up to the surface, making its appearance, framing a deep curiosity and mystery.
I lost all my words the day you decided to talk to
me. My rhymes are gone and my vocabulary equals to none.
Maybe I’m just this tiny speck of fragment you
seize every day just for the sake of routine. While she — whoever it is you
were telling me, although implicitly — is out there living her best life, as you wish to be by her
side. If I must lie, there is not even a single hope in me to happen to be the
girl in your story. But I’ve never been a good liar. So here I am, writing this
so that I’ll be able to breathe. Because waiting sucks and it makes my chest
heavy.
Maybe you’re here to fill the void gaping inside
me. But I don’t want you to heal me. I want you to accept my broken pieces without
puzzling them one by one. If I am vulnerable, and raw, and hopeless, how would
you look at me? This broken, traumatic, fearful self. Aside of the idea you
created in your head, would I be better than that? Than her?
So I’m
going to write. I’m going to write about this for a long time. I’m going to
remember this all my life. Cherishing the joy and the pain you put me through.
Or should I say, the pain I put myself through. Because you didn’t do anything. Every
summer, every birthday, every celebration Every music, every movie, every poetry is going to make me remember
this. And probably I’m going to curse you or sob your name in my prayers but
that’s my business, not yours.
Probably
every mention of this topic is going to make me travel back in time to
experience the pain again. Asking myself what the hell happened and where did
it all go wrong when everything seemed so great at the beginning. But that’s
my business, not yours.
And I’m probably going to have to step back from whatever line I was about to cross which I knew from the start I was not supposed to. But that’s my business, not yours.
And
perhaps after all of this I need to be slapped back to my reality and put back
all the wishes I’ve let out from the jar of stars. Because from the very
beginning, I wasn’t supposed to open it at all and shove it to your face, scaring the shit out of you, hoping
you could embrace them to paint our dreams together. But that’s my
business, not yours.
Maybe I
couldn’t differentiate idealism and naivety and I had taken this way too far
and I took your kindness for granted and I misinterpreted it. For that
I’m sorry. But that’s my business, not yours.
Or maybe you had been playing mind tricks on me and I've tried to be cautious for the red flags yet still I ignored them. But that's my business, not yours.
And I'm not going to ask why you don't talk to me anymore. Because figuring that out would only make me blame myself. Or you. And I have carried enough pain inside me already from my last heartbreak. But that's my business, not yours.
So don’t
worry, I will step back slowly.
Maybe I am
going to cry before I sleep, and cry again when I wake up, and I’d long in the
middle of the day, wondering what you’re up to. But that’s my business, not
yours.
Maybe I’m
going to scream to some sad songs, or the songs that you listen to which I’m
not familiar with, only to feel the glimpses of you or imagining myself
communicating with you, seeing the world from your perspective hoping that
you’d miss me. But that’s my business, not yours.
And
someday you will meet someone who’d open their jar of stars for you. And by
then you’re going to welcome them with both hands wide open, big smile on your
face that I adore so much.
And I will
just watch.
But that’s
my business, not yours.
Dhila.
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