Stop Crying. It Is Not Love.
Stop crying, it is not love,
they tell me.
Stop crying, it is not love-
I tell me.
It is not love,
I say as tears cloud my eyes and
hastily roll down the familiar terrains of my cheeks
like barren rain.
It is not love,
I say as my heart aches,
as my heart breaks,
as I remember things that should mean nothing.
Stop crying, I plead.
Stop crying,
it is not love...
It is not love that your eyes soothe my deepest wounds,
it is not love that your presence fills me with joy, euphoria,
it is not love that your absence drowns me in sorrow,
it is not love that I think of you as I come awake,
it is not love that I think of you as I fall asleep,
it is not love that I pray for you,
that I wish the best for you.
The very best.
So, stop crying.
Stop crying,
it is not love if the beloved can walk away without a backward glance,
without a parting word,
without a small thought about how you would fare.
