I have stopped believing,
In a relationship so parasitic.
Of my giving and your endless receiving,
Of my trying and your denying,
Of my being and your absence,
Of my suffering and my penance.
Such so that,
I believe love is but a myth.
I won't give or try.
Cause I don't even know why?
Not that, What I feel is love,
Well! How can it be....
Since it doesn't really exist.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...