It’s a story of our love honey.. a love that died a slow.. painful death..
It started dying when others started becoming your priority..
When playfulness of others were more interesting than a geeky me..
When you shared my time with others..
When my tears became less valuable to you..
When you stopped dreaming your future with me..
When flirting was more satisfying than spending a few minutes with me..
When you kept doing things that you knew were hurting me..
When you ended the exclusivity of our relation..
when I just became an option for you..
I realized then.. I was holding onto something that was long gone..
I sat there.. refusing to let it go.. and you were at the door.. sans any expressions..
We waited for the love to breathe again..
but who are we fooling.. no one can bring the dead alive..
I don’t need your answers now..
Your silence says it all..
Let me burn the corpse..
Let me mourn the death of our love in peace..