Unloving Poem by Dhaval Rathod

There were these ten things
I liked about you.
All those common things,
and nothing so new.

First, your beautiful eyes
lost that beautiful shine.
Perhaps I stopped seeing it,
and then there were nine.

You then confessed
you didn't believe in fate.
Maybe it was our destiny,
and then there were eight.

I loved you for what you were
with your whole past forgiven.
But you didn't return the favor,
and then there were seven.

Your heart was so innocent
before it played all its tricks.
I became a victim,
and then there were six.

Your gentle loving touch
turned all my senses alive.
But then you scratched my heart,
and then there were five.

Love cannot be measured,
but you started keeping a score.
I kept a different count,
and then there were four.

I never possessed you,
but you never set me free.
I lost my real self,
and then there were three.

We disregarded the rumors,
and sought what was true.
But you believed one about me,
and then there were two.

Your light showed me a path,
and you warmed me like the sun.
But you soon ran out of fuel,
and then there was one.

All the efforts ceased,
and all the threads came undone.
Ten things there used to be,
and then there were none.