Echoes of Contradiction

💭Brain:

Tell me, you reckless, suffering fool..

how did you survive the fall from “I will love you until death do us part”

to “You are dead to me”?

How did you not break when the hands that once pulled you closer

let you go without hesitation?

When the voice that once whispered forever

spat your name like a curse?

How did you not collapse under the weight of it,

knowing that love, once fierce and full,

was slipping through your fingers like sand?

🤍Heart:

Who said I survived?

Who said I didn’t break?

I did collapse..I shattered in ways even time won’t fix.

I stood there, naive and open, believing love was unshakable,

believing forever meant something more than borrowed time.

I should have held on tighter, should have fought harder,

should have seen the cracks before they turned into fractures.

But I didn’t...I just could not,

And now, love is gone or atleast,they are.

💭Brain:

Then what are you clinging to?

If you lost, if it’s over,

if all that’s left is silence,

why do you still hold onto the wreckage

🤍Heart:

Because this pain..this raw, relentless weight,

is the only proof that it was ever real.

If love had been an illusion, it would have vanished clean,

left no trace, no wreckage.

But it was here, breathing beside me, filling the empty spaces.

And now that it’s gone, it has taken pieces of me with it.

If I still ache, if I still feel its absence like an open wound,

then at least I know..I wasn’t dreaming.

💭Brain:

So this is what you believe?

That suffering is the measure of love?

That the deeper it cuts, the truer it was?

What a cruel transaction..

to pay for something beautiful with your own ruin.

🤍Heart:

It’s not about destruction..It’s about existence.

I would rather bear this pain...rather carry this unbearable weight,than wonder if it was ever real at all.

Because whatever it was..

it was worth losing,

worth fighting for,

worth begging for,

worth standing in the rain, screaming at the heavens for.

And even now, when it’s gone,

when it has left nothing but ruins in its place,

it is still worth mourning.

P.S.  Maa, relax..this is definitely not about my dumb heart or my intelligent brain. Just a strategic stunt for audience engagement 🤞

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