My Presence Was a Decoration for Her

My love would've stayed

for every effort she made,

but one day it left,

not to abandon her,

but to stay loyal to life itself.

She broke me,

without needing to say it twice.

Left me in the silence

I learned to read like a language.

The more I loved,

the further she drifted.

The more I stayed gentle,

the colder she became.

We lived in cycles,

small fights over nothing,

days of silence like punishment,

then sudden returns

as if nothing ever burned.

Block, unblock,

break, rebuild,

repeat until it stopped feeling strange.

I thought she was different,

but she wasn't.

Just another story,

wearing a familiar face.

I wasn't a person in her world,

just decoration for her good days,

something present,

until it stopped being convenient.

And still

my stupid heart

keeps treating her exit

like it's temporary.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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