The One Who Loved Her

If I wanted, I could have been in a mask,

Yet I chose to be my truest self with her.

Truth and reality has been always ignored,

Just like my heart.

It did not stop loving her,

I only stopped fighting for a dream.

That wasn't meant for me in this life,

I finally accepted her for who she was.

I hold her in my heart,

Without needing her in my arms.

I held on so tightly that I broke myself,

Believing if it is meant to be, it will be.

My love does not control or demand,

For true love never pushes, not rushes.

My love is another form of respect,

Even when she chooses to stay away.

My silence has become my language now,

A shield to keep my heart from breaking.

Love should be a connection,

Where two souls feel seen and valued.

All the love for her I kept buried,

Has turned poison for the world.

My care for her drove me to madness,

Until I began hating the one who loved her,

Myself.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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