I still love you, and it’s not a cliché…(NaBloPoMo Post 23)

When you laid your eyes on me, you saw love.

You told me soon, that I’m your angel from above.

You fell for me, and gave me many a clue.

And then you hoped, I would fall for you too.

We shared special times, as if it was written.

You cared for me, and soon I was smitten.

But that wasn’t enough for you, you told me so.

You said this is love, and you said you know.

Gradually I saw, what you wanted me to realize.

Finding true love, was a pleasant surprise.

I was now yours, you called me your princess.

We were in heaven, it was bliss.

Slowly but surely, I lost myself to you.

My love for you was deep, and it was true.

But one day I woke up, and you were not the same.

You were cold and acrid, I couldn’t see what you became.

You ripped out my heart, and broke it into pieces.

Once you made me smile, now you gave me bruises.

All those extraordinary moments, now mean to you nothing.

Ever since you did this, my heart’s been aching.

You managed to hurt me, but couldn’t manage one thing.

You couldn’t make me bitter, my heart’s still beating.

Beating with the sound of your name, you can’t take that away.

I still love you, and it’s not a cliché.

© Neha Kapoor
“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.” ~ Oscar Wilde.
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