I know she was never mine to keep,
Yet the truth still cuts my heart too deep.
Some stories end before they start,
and ours became a broken part.
I loved her more than words could say,
but fate took her away.
Now I stand with memories of her,
Which is heavier than my soul can bear.
Still my heart loves her all the same,
quietly burning like a hidden flame.
I will hold her softly, forever in my sight,
even if it hurts me every night.
I gave her the blueprints to my heart,
she never knew it was written from my blood.
Was the woman I loved even real,
Or just a character she played so well.
My heart burns, unseen and unheard,
The fire feeds on what I could not hold.
I love her in the dark,
Where love survives in her spark.
Maybe one day, beyond, in a kinder place,
I will meet her again, face to face.
And maybe then her heart will know,
how deep, true and painful my love can go.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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