The Brutal Truth of Love

A love that left scars no one can see,

I carried the guilt for too long,

for leaving too soon,

for the life I touched and broke

and for the silence I kept within.

Now I carry the emptiness

of the one who once was my whole world,

but is now gone.

The world moves on,

But I notice everything that reminds me of her,

the songs, the road we walked,

the places we once went together.

Love does not disappear when it ends,

it hides in a corner of the heart.

The way she laughed, still stabs me,

even after months and years.

I remember her jokes,

her touch, her whisper,

and my heart collapses all over again.

Feeling lonely while surrounded by people,

because no one carried

the same mixture of pain, regret,

and longing that I do.

Every memory, every habit of hers,

every small things that reminds me,

that she once existed has become a wound.

I am suffocated with her absence,

but her memories

feel like life-saving oxygen tanks.

Every choice, every memory,

every tiny thing that reminds of her.

I sit alone with every scar,

every tear, every moment I could wish,

I could rewind or stop entirely.

Love doesn’t give answers,

it does not give safety,

It does not care about fairness.

Love is brutal, It is adamant

It leaves me hollow,

sleepless, desperate, and raw

I lie awake at night,

I cry, I’m angry, I’m in pain, I scream inside,

and still, I survive.

Because surviving is all I can do,

love is devastating, unforgettable

and it never really leaves.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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