Sometimes I wish I had never met you.
I wish; I had never talked to you.
Sometimes, I question myself - 'were you really worth of loving ?'
I never knew love would make me turn this way.
You were there everytime,
But, you left saying nothing.
Why suddenly everything changed?
Did you listen to my unspoken confession?
Did you feel the light in my eyes becoming dark?
May be you forget to realise how much I adore you.
Sometimes I question myself- 'were you worth of all pain and emptiness?'
Will you ever understand how much you were loved?
Every day, I breath through the chaos of my inner self.
And I find you -"the changed you" in that.
Those broken piece of you, I have kept alive in my misty dreams.
I keep telling myself, that you are gone,
Far far away.
But when I start writing,
My poems seems to call your name again and again.
I splatter the ink over the pages.
Tear those pages, which make me remind you.
With no other option, I hold those torn pieces,
and cry aloud thinking you will hear it.
My pen demands the love I deserve and my mind says that you are gone.
But when my heart pictures you,
It gives all the answer that - 'you were always worth it'.
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