Poetry, Quill

Parallel lines

Dear wannabe lover ,

When I said
I couldn’t love you
my heart also broke
along with yours

It wasn’t just you
who cried whole night
It was my pillows also
that was stained with tears

It wasn’t only you
who felt love
I’m not that heartless,
you know

When you blurted out
how can you be so cruel,
you’re a poet afterall ‘
I was shattered

I kept telling you
I’m a terrible lover and
a more terrible writer
but you stayed anyway

My poems could scream
a thousand ‘ I LOVE YOUs ‘
but I couldn’t breathe out
a single one

We are what they
like to say
parallel lines

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