I can never love you the way poets claim, beautifully and without any pain. I am made of my father's bitterness and my mother's sacrifice, so I'll love you with corruptions, anger and apologies. I'll love you with bled out veins on somedays and on other days I'll just read out poems to you. But I'll love you when you think you have hit rock bottom, the darkness seems to be eating you up and you're losing your grip on your sanity. I will love you in the only way I know- madly and unconditionally. I have learned time and again that humans cannot be saved, they can only be loved, the most in their ruins. So I'll love you there, the most.
M&M
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
RandomYou're an artist," I tell him. "How so?" "You paint a smile on every face you come across," I say, "but there's always a twist with artists." "What's my twist?" "You never paint a smile on yourself."
