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Loving and Losing

Hot tears streaked down my cheeks. The rivulets of water soaked my beards till they can’t hold anymore. I took a mirror and looked at my face for a very long time. All I saw was sorrow, emptiness, and a boy just trying to exist.

And for a very long time I’ve been managing. But I don’t think I can continue like this. I don’t want this to continue. I wish it would all end.

Yes, I was deeply in love. Yes, she was the best thing that happened to me in a long time.

Yes, she wants me to let go. Yes, I want her to be happy. So, the fact that I want it to end, I’ll never tell her.

Yes. Life goes on. But can I keep up?

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Empty

If I’m asked to describe how I’m feeling. If I’m asked to paint a picture of my emotions. If I’m asked to open my mind. And If I agree to do all these, and I open up.
You’d be amazed at the loads of emotions I feel. Or you’d be appalled by the lack of coherency in my feelings.

Empty.

That’s a word that holds a lot of meanings. I’ve loved so much that I don’t have any sense of loving in me again. I gave it all to her.

And in giving all I have, in totally submitting to the exhilarating love I have for her. I have lost it all. My heart, body, soul, mind, and emotions belong to her. But she has devoted herself to another.

Empty.

I’m just a human boy living life as it comes. Like an empty shell moving around and around on the sea. Like a coconut on the ocean, I exist. But my destination is unknown. My life is without direction. I just woke up to sleep again later. I sleep to wake up later.

Empty.

I lost myself trying to find myself. I found her when I was lost. Now, she’s gone. And I know for a fact. This pain will certainly last for a very long time. This feeling of emptiness will shroud me till eternity at the very least.

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Tired Lover

Eyes heavy,
Limbs weary,
Like a car with the weight of a lorry,
So tired it’s scary.

I had a love,
I lost her.
Tiring!

I had a life,
That doesn’t revolve around women,
I lost it.

Eyes teary,
Heart shattered,
I’m tired.

To love, is to lose.
If I had to choose again,
I’d still choose her.

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No longer the man

Marauded my way into the fyke
Of preternatural romance .
Adorned with thorns and spike
Discomfited, never in balance.
Full of laughs and frowns alike
But heart unbroken , never a lance
Could pierce the core. I’m Ike .

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