Hate Is The New Love Poem by Swathi Harish

Hate Is The New Love

Rating: 4.5


I hate him,
Too arrogant to show he cares,
The way his smile fades, when I approach him,
Too busy to wipe my tears,
Taking back the hands he had stretched, to hug me.

Sometimes I wish I were a mirror on his wall,
Or a path along which he walks,
Or a cute bird on a tree,
At least I could catch him smiling at me.

I hate him,
The way he made my tears flow,
Every moment I thought he didn't care
The way he made my cheeks glow,
Every time he was around me somewhere.

Sometimes I wish I were his favorite song,
Or the watch on this wrist,
Or a beautiful flower on a bush,
At least he would pick me, never mind even if it was for another girl.

Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: attraction,beauty,love,pain
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jazib Kamalvi 11 October 2017

A refined poetic imagination, Swathi. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.

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