I don't Love you anymore by Rithvik singh

part 8

Your life is a book of poems written in advance. You don't get to edit, only live. And some poems are like that they tear your heart apart, but there are enough poems in the book to ensure you're okay at the end.

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.

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.

My heart is made of art. The poems may not make sense to you, but they'll always make you feel something. Always.

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.

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.

Your sadness stopped the sunshine from entering your heart, so I walked in instead.

-I hope you let me stay

Some people enter your life

to teach you that not everyone who extends a helping hand has their heart in the right place.

I went to a store, and a signboard said, "If you break something, consider it yours."

Things have a way of belonging to you, even after you break them. The way I still belong to you, despite everything.

Love is in paying attention to the things that add sparkle to their eyes and turn their cheeks flamingo pink. Love is in ensuring you do those things more often.

Just because the darkness has stayed a little longer than you thought doesn't mean it's in love with you. You were made by the sun to add light to the world. not to surrender to darkness and call it your home.

You sleep with a book by your side and not a laptop. You water flowers instead of plucking them. You write poems in your journal instead of forwarding memes. You leave notes on the dining table instead of texting me good morning. You hold me close instead of checking your phone. You never finish a show alone. You still wonder why I am in love with you, when I know the stars would divorce the sky to marry you.

You deserve to be loved the way the sun loves the earth- someone who shows up everyday and brightens your day without you having to ask for it.

Someone who makes you believe that despite the storms and despite the rain they'll always come back to you, they'll always stay.

You've spent so much time hiding your heart and running away from yourself that whenever someone holds you gently, you cry.

You said you loved me, but you did nothing to make me stay.
I told you what others did to my heart, and you left me feeling exactly the same way.