there's just so long one could go,
being kept a shameful secret.
is it so bad for them to know,
so hard to leave that closet?
but still i waited,
as weeks became months.
breath bated and braving their hatred,
not once crumbling to their bigoted affronts.
but still he chose her,
when push came to shove.
a bride was much simpler,
to wed but not love.
i gave him the moon and the stars,
too head over heels to catch his bluff.
he gave me nothing but hope and scars,
note to self: love alone is never enough.
Karran Kumar ℵ Love Alone Is Never Enough
YOU ARE READING
midnight
Poésiea compilation of poems about love, heartbreak, and hope, born across 21 sleepless nights.
