Just two words: it's okh
This sentence is very short, just two words — it’s okh.
But its meaning is very deep.
It’s easy to say it’s okh,
but enduring it… that’s just as hard.
It feels like being forced to drink hot water
and your throat burns —
that’s exactly how it feels.
Silently enduring everything,
even when it’s not your fault,
yet you’re still the one chosen to suffer.
Strange, isn’t it?
And painful too.
Enduring everything and staying quiet —
is this what love is?
That’s what someone tells me.
The light that once existed in my life
has now started speaking like darkness.
It’s okh — these are my own two words.
But the darkness I live in,
the darkness that hurts me…
that darkness is the same one.
Every time, even when I am right, I become wrong,
and even when he is wrong,
he twists his words and turns right.
It hurts a lot,
because expectations have already died.
The one who once promised
to keep me away from that darkness,
is the very one who forced me
to walk all the way into it.
The world is very beautiful,
but whenever I think
that I too should be happy like everyone else,
I just can’t.
I can’t be happy alone.
The one I want to be with
now lives in a different world.
We are together,
yet separated by many miles.
Neither our thoughts match,
nor our likes.
In love, everything is supposed to be liked, right?
But I was the only one who loved alone.
Everything about him was precious to me,
yet not a single one of my choices
was ever precious to him.
It’s okh —
this is what I always tell myself.
