Love is the dark devil that sits at the bleeding depths of our hearts.
Love is a farce, a tricky game of fools.
You are love, you are dark.
You are mysterious.
Love is the unwanted monster that caresses our hearts.
You are leaving… How can you leave?
You left with even more damages.
You promised to heal my tortured heart.
But now you have bruised it even more and for as long as I live
My heart will beat to the pangs of love that you caused me.
Maybe if you had left because of something meaningful
Something true, Something real. . . .
Maybe I wouldn’t have cried this much.
As you leave, the memories of our pain taunts me!
Love has haunted me.
Love has teased me wickedly.
Love is a shallow water of madness, confusion, pain and grieve.
Yet I swim, eyes shut tightly.
Weak hand diving.
Trembling legs diving.
Nothings hurts more than the pain of love.
Yet even if you won't leave,
Even if you choose to stay…
You have killed me already.
You have damaged the heart meant to love you.
You pricked my flesh, drained my blood.
In as much as am exhausted, I wouldn’t give up.
Why? Cos I have died in your hands.
And cannot die again.
You know me too well. . .
I am
The ghostly one, walking slowly through the crushed face of the heart.
Through love's bleeding wall.

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