Every day I die in her pain,
and every day I rise again,
only to suffer for her,
this goes on without end.
She crucified me,
with nails of hope, and silence,
when she noticed,
I carried her love like a cross.
When I tried every way to love,
she found new ways to break me.
She made me fall so deep into her heart,
then turned away and erased me.
When my world was filled with chaos,
she was the calm I needed most,
yet she became another storm,
and I survived as a ghost to myself.
My grief is that I loved too true,
a love so pure, so deep,
I gave myself through all the pain,
though nothing was returned to me..
No matter how many times she kills,
my love rises now and forever,
only to wander toward her light,
still searching for her heart, life after life.
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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