illusion

Ours is not an ordinary love story.

We’ve met in a place where it is rare to find love.

You were troubled, sulking and you don’t know what to do.

Bothered and all, I was there to comfort you.

Our conversation started with just a simple “hi”.

Not even minding the time, as it passes by.

You were so sweet and I was turned-on.

You were there, just to lead on.

Night had passed,

And the world evolves.

As I longed for you more and more,

Here in my heart and from its deepest core.

We were happy and I thought it was endless.

We even have our dreams build together as one.

But I guess not all good things are meant to last.

Because you were there, living for your past.

And one day, you broke the sad news.

You wanted to call it quits without even giving me cues.

You wanted to have space, as your story begins.

Left so shattered, I cried in vain.

Seven months had past and I thought it was over,

But here I am again, confronting my worst fear.

I have loved you the way I never loved a guy before,

It hurts the most and it seems endless,

Struck by the truth it was fearless.

As I read this, it seems like a riddle,

Reminding me of the past down to its middle;

As I analyzed this and made my conclusions,

Loving you more, though it hurts me so, is my biggest illusion.