I look back in time now and then,

and see how pathetic I was once.

Running after someone.

Wishing to be comforted by him,

When he was the source of my misery.

I knew deep down that this person, soon is going to hurt me

I could feel it coming, anytime going to collapse on me,

the truth, the reality.

But I wanted to be delusional

Somehow, can’t it become true?

My dreams, my fantasies, the image

That I constructed of him?

Each time I cried because of him,

I wished internally, that he could see me.

Perhaps he would feel for me,

comfort me, come for me.

Reaching out his hand, that I could grab

Oh, what a bullshit load of crap

My high standards,

I kept dropping them,

One step at a time.

Each time he let me down,

I would break a bit inside,

But told myself it was ok,

It was fine.

He is just a human.

And my love is unconditional,

It knows no bounds.

Till it reached a point

I shattered completely,

I still remember that night,

And those few heavy days that followed.

No one was there to handle me,

Not even myself

It was God.

Now feeling glad it ended,

My suffering.

Love is not beautiful, neither is it treacherous

Love is a tragedy,

But tragedy for whom?

The lover, whose love is deep as an ocean?

Or the beloved, whose shallow heart,

Cannot fathom the depths of such devotion?

He was just unlucky,

Or maybe it was me

Was it even love?

Or was it obsession?