I thought it would feel liberating, 
I thought it would feel good. 
But instead, here I sit 
falling apart like I never thought I would. 

I remember how you used to
make me smile,
and make me forget. 
This is all my fault. 

I remember every conversation, 
as vividly as our last; 
You had begged me to stay, 
and how I wish I had. 

I remember our empty promises; 
Whispered words, 
painting our future fairy-tale.
Now all I want is to live in the past. 

I remember reaching out to you, 
feeling at home in your embrace. 
Now I reach out to you
and you're so far away. 

So, here I sit
falling apart like I never thought I would. 
I don't feel liberated, 
I don't feel good.  

- Meghna Jain