• akankshya7 41w

    Two stabs no stitches

    I went, professed love
    and then waited in wings
    to disintegrate every way
    you knew to define love.

    I left maybe you wept,
    I care not.
    I left,
    10 o'clock calls dopamine
    lying my mommy
    hiding those letters
    plugging head in cloud
    smiling under a shroud
    drawing flowers
    filling hearts with red hues
    calling people my muse
    flattering people
    talking sweet thinking it polite.

    People write of heartbreaks,
    Mine is a heartache
    None of loosing love
    But guilt of injustice done.

    Nowadays I've left choosing what to be instead I remember things we did and check myself how not to be, strange!