Discarded Love , yet haunted by it

Purely hand written by me .

Should I poison myself with reality, or keep hallucinating a happy ending? Should I be your lover that I am, or should I tell myself that I have died enough to love you like that?

Should I be a writer you never read, or should I be a person who failed in every attempt?

You promised to love every part of me, then you rejected the darkness I carry.

Do you know how it feels to be stabbed, yet never see blood? Is the pain still valid if I’ve been told to never show it to the outside world?

After you, I still laugh, but I am not happy. I eat, but I am never hungry. I sleep, just to see us in my dreams. I live, just to wait for you.

Damaged finds damaged, and they say we were not perfect for each other?

“Something has poisoned your ears,
my love could never be so cruel.”