Please tell me what is love to you?
Was it love when you snatched my happiness?
Is it love when my tears, my sufferings don't bother you anymore?
Where are those promises those concerns ?
Where in your eyes is the spark of our long lost love?
So, Please tell me what is love to you?
Was it love when I was pleading you to stay but you didn't even bother to perceive?
Was it love when you chose someone over me?
Was it love when your happiness didn't include me?
Or was it love when you broke me into something as cold as you turned out to be?
Just tell me what love is to you?
Is it love when my heart bleeds, while there is nothing you feel?
Why did you make me fall for you when in the end you had to leave?
Was it love when you destroyed whatever trust I had left in me?
Is love to leave a person strangled and dead inside with no hope to seek?
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This should have been called antilove though :p
I know it hurts when you want someone to know that they hurt you but they are too inconsiderate to acknowledge.
Then Just tell me ...
what's the point?
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The Chaos Of Breakdowns
PoetryWe all go through breakdowns. Not once not twice but again and again. Sometimes we stand up. Sometimes we fall hard with no hope. Sometimes we give up. Because when it hurts, it hurts bad.
