I don't understand your love.
I don't understand your form of love at all.
Your love is letting go when you're needed by your beloved.
Your love is abandonment when your beloved needs to be held.
Your love is reminiscing all the past traumas of your beloved
And making sure that they don't forget.
Your love is Deja Vu of the past traumas for your beloved.
While the actual love is like Jack and Rose,
In the middle of the North Atlantic,
Facing the cold stare of death,
Yet holding on,
Holding onto one another,
Instead of hope.
I don't know what love you're talking about
Or is it that you've never known love at all?
YOU ARE READING
For Instagram
PoetryOkay, so, I upload reels on Instagram and I'm thinking of changing the tempo of my account and for that, I'd be writing on Wattpad and then upload my original works on Instagram.
