He said, he loves me
I trusted but that was not true
He said, we look great
I agree but as individuals
He was madly obsessed with me
But I was a good player at all
He begged me not to leave
But I mocked his feelings
He cursed me out wholly
Then I slept in pain and woke up in pain
I still remember his crying hiccups
The Worst nightmares, The Bad nights
Betrayal is innate part of love
And it never comes from enemies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Poetry comes to you quite naturally. The incessant flow words and ideas makes it a wonderful poem. Loves reading. The concluding line's incisiveness is quite sharp and pointed. Top score, dear poet.