This simple, complicated life.

I wish I didn't love you.

- Peeping through a glass wall
I see you taking her call.
She's very pretty.
I envy her.
I am writing a ditty- for you. 
I know I shouldn't be,
You make my mind blur.
All these thoughts, for what?
An illusion? A delusion?
Taking a walk down the memory lane,
My head on your chest, you hand caressing my back.
I knew no pain.
But love we lacked.
I realized that, your heart didn't beat.
Was it because you didn't have one?
Or because you had already given it to her?