The love,
that you show me,
is a game
played by two souls
fascinated
by its own follies.
Two hearts
indulging in fantasies,
tired of being
lonely.
A shame,
unrecognized pain
in denial,
desperately
lied for.
Fate
sealed
by bodily fluids
in a moment of heat.
Your right
to disrespect me,
behave badly,
then expect
to be treated like
a baby.
It’s lost sanity.
Compromises reached
for free.
Values exchanged
for pain.
Martyrdom
packaged as gain.
It’s emotionally
enforced slavery,
a blood sucking
leech,
spiritual greed.
A promise
sold on the streets
cheaply,
an affliction of mind,
a disease of humanity.
It’s sacrifices made
hoping
one of us is happy.
Faith
in a faithless feeling.
The love
that you show me
is depravity,
a mortal being’s excesses
in immorality.
You write very well and express feelings so easily and aptly. You have a great talent, keep writing :) Have you published your poems and stories?
Thank you, Sunita. I have not yet ‘officially’ published my work. I am looking forward to. I am glad you enjoy them as much as you do. It gives me great pleasure to know that. Thank you for visiting my blog.