I love the
way I write
But it’s a
struggle sometimes
When dark
overpowers light
I curse this
fluid Pen
I curse this
aching heart
I curse the
grand words
A victim
from the start
Oh what a
folly it is to love
Who knew it
gave so much pain
And yet I
keep revisiting it
And get hurt
again and again
And I write,
oh so much I write
An outlet
for the tear drops
Did I say an
outlet? No, never.
The hurt
never dulls nor stops.
I could cut
myself a thousand cuts
And let them
all heal
But what do
you say to something
Dying inside
but won’t finish the kill
And so a
serial victim
Who revisits
the scene of the crime?
Covered from
head to foot
Soaked in
failed love’s filth and grime
Fate and
myself combine
To deprive
for the sake of art
It was never
a choice, I shout it out
That it came
at the cost of a broken heart!
And I still
walk on and on
And I still
hurt more and more
I’ll keep on
writing of doomed love
Until I pass
through death’s door.
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