when heartbreaks wear an inky veil.

But People aren't Poetry

Why does distance make the heart grow fonder,

Is it love or the fact you're yonder?

How do I know? How do I find?

If it is surreal or just in my mind.

But fools rush in where angels fear to tread

Blinded, despite all the heartbreaks my friends read

Ventured in deep enough, held onto you too tight,

Blistered and ached my fingers, how did your warmth turn into frostbites?

But I couldn't let go, for I had given in too much

Thought holding on was worth the pain, it wasn't such.

What if, I let the shooting star drift in the way it takes?

What if, I lose myself when I wake?

Not everything we lose is bound to be a loss.

And I did realise, it wasn't love. You were just an albatross.

Distance does make the heart grow fonder

Been hurt enough, I'd now rather be your absconder.

It's funny how once I could write for hours and still infinitely see

All the things I wished we could be

Though a verse once written is cherished forever,

But people are not poetry.