Heartbreak Poem by Gaurav Mittal

She caught my heart's eye
And tempted him -
With her smile, her hair,
Her eyes, breasts and
Entire being.
He was entranced.
I warned him! I swear I did!
I told him of the danger,
Of the madness
That his fascination
Had blinded him against.
He could not understand;
He would not understand.
He ran to her. I pleaded:
'Stop! Please stop before its too late.'
'You are putting my life at stake
Along with yours. Please stop.'
But he did not give me his ear.
In a moment he had forgotten me;
forgotten my existence -
I who had taken care of him
For so many years.
For him, now, only she existed.

He reached her.
There was no returning now.
He jumped up to her -
Full of Joy; full of Love.
She took him in her small hands,
And caressed him; played with him.
He was delighted.
Was I wrong? Perhaps I was wrong.

I wasn't. It happened.
She started squeezing him -
Not an embrace, but a crush.
He writhed in pain.
I writhed in pain.
Who could have imagined
That those two delicate hands
Would have such power -
Such immense power!
She crushed him slowly -
With complete control,
Complete mastery -
Like a python crushing its victim.
Blood started to ooze out.
She went on until he was completely drained
Of power; of struggle.
Then oozed out that
Which he had wanted to gift her;
Which she had hunted for all along -
Love.
She sucked it out -
Greedily; violently.
She sighed with pleasure;
Her sighs rendered insignificant
His cries for mercy.
She devoured every bit of it.
She kept feeding off him,
But did not feed him back.
How could he survive
If she took all the Love out of him
And never returned any back?
Surely she would have thought of that,
Would she have not?
Yet she went on taking
And never giving back.
He was famished;
Was starving to death.
And just when he had breathed his last,
She saw another one -
Another gullible victim.
She took one last bite
And dropped him on the ground -
Just like that, as if she never knew him.

I ran to him and picked him up.
He was dying! My heart was dying!
He was broken; empty of Love -
Of its life giving force.
What could I do? ! ?
How could I comfort him? ! ?
I just picked him up
And set out to find the one
Who could get him back
From the clutches of death.