Price for My Love was Her Hatred

I was honest and loyal,

I treated her right

I stayed beside her always,

and loved her more than I should have.

I gave my efforts and time,

I failed to notice small things.

I had best intentions for her,

and I was most sincere too.

Even with everything, I lost her,

as she truly didn't want to be kept.

I didn't force her to stay,

I didn't beg her to love me.

Her hatred became the price

I paid for being genuine.

I could have forcefully taken her love,

but that kind of love turns poisonous.

She ripped my heart out of my chest

and ate it like a dessert

Even when I poured everything into her,

now there is barely anything left for me.

Was she my shelter

or was she a storm.

I loved her completely,

and lost in her wholly.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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