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I found so much of me after you left, the shrinking of me was the cost of staying with you.
Trust me, I've been feeling my feelings so freely since the day I stopped having feelings for you.
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My mother's smile is so beautiful, my father must hate that about her for he never let her smile for too long.
She buried her dreams to make space for us to belong. I wonder how much pain lives within her. I wonder how she manages to stay this strong.
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My heart is made of art. The poems may not make sense to you, but they'll always make you feel something. Always.
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If you ever miss me, know that I've loved you in sentences and silences, prose and poetry, thunderstorms, and the peace that eventually comes. I've loved you more than I've loved the ones who've loved nobody more than me. I've loved you on days when my heart was blooming and also on days when it was breaking. I've loved you with the kind of sincerity that can make anyone wonder what they have done to deserve a love like that. It was you who couldn't value it, any of it. And now, I can't value you anymore.
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There was a time when you were the rain to my flowers. You learned the language of my soul, but today, we don't care about each other anymore. Today, you're like rain to my desert. We seldom meet. The flowers in my chest don't bloom anymore.
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PoetryWriter ~ Rithvik Singh For my mother , My heart is a flower at your feet . Thank you for being the only person who always loves me , even at my worst [ Page No. 3 ] This book will make you feel too many things , all at once just like life does so...
