Histrionic Personality Disorder Poem by Somendra Gaur

My executioner didn't knew,
This heart can beat with the hand of Shinigami on it.
I hope Bats, Owls and the Stars will testify that your thoughts stabbed me in pale moon light,
I sleep, my nights don't.
When I told you, this was my last armour & you believed;
Sorry I had to lie.
I saw things nobody else did;
The diabetes beneath the sugar coating.
Your desire to be loved, made you look jejune, colorless & adorable too.
Your Jejune Lover has plucked out the Spear.
&
With Cycle ending the very next zeptosecond,
Apologies are unwelcome.
Otherwise also,
This Pale Blue Dot was never enough to hold my spilling beans of love.
All those half-night stands were more meaningful than this beautiful feeling.
Be Loved,
With Love,
For Love,
To Love,
By Love,
With all Love.
I know that doesn't satisfy your yearn to be loved.
But that's all the love I have:
MY LOVE.