I am...

I am the hand that held her to tell her that I would be there whenever she needed me. The same hand also moved back when I was her only hope.

I am the shoulder that she had rested her head on and dreamt of our lives together. The same shoulders pushed her aside just when the dreams were coming true.

I am the eyes that were in tears when I came to know it was over. The same eyes had turned blind when she was dyeing to show me her wounds.

I am the lips that had kissed her assuring that I will always be with her. The same lips refused to open when she needed that one answer.

I am the ears that never got tired listening to her words. The same ears also turned deaf when she was crying for help.

Yes, I am, and I hate myself for having been so.