When Love Hurts - Poem by Paromita Falia
I see you leaning on your window sill, staring into nothingness
I lean on mine's and stare at you.
We are three feet apart and you seem spaced out - am I that inconspicuous to you?
Lately you have aged so much,
A pang hits my chest as I observe the bags under your beautiful eyes, and the lack lustre hair that was so soft and glossy four months back.
It infuriates me to think of what you must be wondering about now,
Has love hazed your mind to the extent that you refuse to grasp he reality?
Is your love so blind that you dumbly deny what you see.
I hate her with every cell of my body, yet for your sake I pray that she amends her ways.
I hope she breaks all the surreptitious relationships that she so skillfully twisted when you found out.
It hurts that your love for her is true while hers is a game.
I have always adored how oblivious you are of your surroundings,
But now it agonizes me that you fail to notice the love I have harbored for you since we were ten.
Give me a chance and I'll show you what true love is;
I swear mine's not prevaricated like hers.
Open your eyes, I desperately plead
I shiver at the thought of her clipping your wings and stealing your peace.
My chain of thoughts is broken with you yelling my name.
I stare up to meet your eyes dancing with amusement.
The relief I feel to see your melancholic countenance replaced with mirth is as vast as the ocean
Perplexed yet happy, I ask as to why you are staring at me like I have grown beards;
To this you reply that I spaced out and was staring at our tree house like a fool.
In moments like this, I believe that the flame of hope is still burning.
Comments about When Love Hurts by Paromita Falia
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.