The Cost of Loving Her

I loved harder,

And I tried longer.

I stayed stronger,

But nothing changed her heart.

I started feeling small,

Confused by her words and actions.

I questioned my own worth,

Yet I stayed, bearing it all.

Without her, living feels heavy,

Flowers seem colorful, without scent.

Music sounds like noise,

Songs are only words with no meaning.

In her love, I wanted to live,

But now I am only surviving.

Even when it hurt me,

My intentions were always pure.

In distance, I grew closer to her,

In silence, I started to listen.

In darkness, I was seeing,

And in her absence, I was loving.

She shines the brightest in my eyes,

Never a fantasy, never an escape.

She was not my first, second or third,

But she is my last on this earth.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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