Halfway Love

The worst kind of heartbreak,

Is not that she didn't love me at all.

But that she didn't love me enough,

To stay with me forever.

She loved me during small talks,

She saw me when no one else did.

When it was just the two of us,

The whole world disappeared.

But she never loved me in the daylight,

Not in front of people.

Not when things became harder

And not when I needed her the most.

She loved me half way,

Only from inside her thoughts.

She loved me half way,

By not giving me a place in her heart.

I was a fool who believed,

That even her half-love was enough.

I thought one day she would love me fully.

But this half-love destroyed me quickly.

It gives only what it wants,

But never enough to stay.

Not enough to feel loved,

And not enough to feel safe.

I wanted her love, in ease and struggle,

In private and in public, night and day.

I chose her completely, without conditions,

And that became the deepest pain.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.