Being her prisoner is a punishment I carry,
It will hurt until my final breath.
My sins are far too great,
for I loved her sincerely.
She became my addiction,
and I surrendered to her.
Until I became a stranger to myself,
because whenever I look at me,
I could only see her.
I still remember the day I met her
she smiled and softly said my name.
In that moment I felt
as if the whole world belonged to us.
I wished to spend my life with her.
My addiction to her poisoned my heart,
filling it with pain.
I wanted to keep her only for myself.
Then life taught me
what love truly means.
No one can ever be owned
So now, I only love her
in silence and from a distance.
But her silence is so deep
it cuts my heart like a sword.
And her absence is so fine,
it pierces my eyes like tiny needles.
Every day I wake
and every day I survive.
I carry two kinds of pain,
the pain of loving her,
and the pain of living without her.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
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