How to unlove.
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Last published Wed, Jun 17, 2020
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Ambivalent,
soaked in the depths of vacillation.
A part of the heart wants to love eternally,as it promised.
Trapped in the sugar coated delusional
universe where it resides.
The other juxtaposed,
demanding to be set free
from the shackles of flirty undertones,
coming from a source
that happens to be the ache.
A source coquettish
to the hearts of million others.
'How to unlove?'
it googles.
The answers,
they wound the wounded heart.
It aches,
and along with it the gut embarks
to perform a somersault.
Excruciating pain,
paralysing the infirm heart.
It bleeds ,sometimes as an elegy
on paper.
Tears,
they dry to find themselves
captured in words.
The answers,blurred
somewhere the heart goes numb,
hiding itself under a facade of oblivion,
refusing to unlove.
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