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!
©akankshya7