My thoughts are filled with her beauty,
my heart loves every inch of her body,
My each brain cell wears her face,
and my soul has her name written on it.
I fully belong to her,
and her soul belongs to me
My love belongs to her,
and her hatred is for me.
It was not painful when she walked away,
But the next part after leaving was.
I had to leave my happy self in the past,
along with my heart that felt comfort.
I had to let go of a future I planned,
along with all the dreams with her.
I had to let go of all the parts of me,
that I had outgrown, even my identity.
The past wounds become visible,
unable to heal, fight or forget.
Even the strongest hearts,
and bravest men bleed in this pain.
On a battle filed called love,
a war between our two hearts,
her heart filled with love as ammunition,
and mine was ready to go down in love.
By
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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