Not Sorry At All

…

People ask;

Did I love you for who you are?

In the flashbacks,

I see you and me through good and bad times.

I recalled

Joys, laughters, fights and tears.

Apparently,

I loved you for who I perceived you to be.

Like a confirmation of those doubts in mind,

you grew to be a stranger in my eyes.

At the last shot, the wake-up call was harsh;

You betrayed and stabbed me from the back

Now that you are long gone,

And I have fallen out of my illusion.

Tell me why I should feel sorry?

Instead,

I should be counting my blessings.