
I’m done, I’m tired.
I’m tired of being reminded constantly
That this, is a ‘different kinda love’
and the many battles I fight with my mind,
trying to explain the same.
I’m tired of your,
“What is wrong with you?”
And my ‘nothing!’s
When every time I see myself
Losing a part of me.
I’m tired of your indifference,
and my relentless efforts,
seeking happiness from trivial things
Like a ‘good morning ‘ or a ‘goodnight ‘ text.
I’m tired of trying to convince myself
That I am not the ‘other woman’
While my mind plays a parody to my frustrate attempts.
I’m tired of seeing you, so much, in love with me
behind closed doors, and the next moment,
just two civilized individuals sharing common interests, whenever, someone walks in.
I’m tired of acting okay
Every time you mention her name,
or when, I see you together, a happy picture, and I, a dramatic backdrop to a nineteenth-century forbidden romance.
I’m tired of encountering the sneer in the faces of people which quickly moulds into a smile whenever you walk in.
I’m tired of living a lie which every night I feed my mind as I hush myself to sleep.
I’m tired of it all,
I’m tired of this act called ‘love’!
©wordpoitics
Pic courtesy- Siddhant Thapa
This is brilliant.
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Thank you.🙏
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‘Act called love’ very deep!
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I’m glad you found so! 💞
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This one is lovely, miss. Actually, all of your write-ups are amazing, but I’d rather call it lovely, because they are so. Hope you meet you again, someday, too, miss! Loved this one.
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Awh! Thank you so much, Shriya.
Hope to meet you soon! ❤❤❤
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It’s really lovely, miss!
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Deep lines….heartfelt….beautifully expressed ✨
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Thank you, Navin.
😊
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You’re welcome Upashna✨
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you! Really appreciate that.🙇🏼♀️
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Your poem brings out the fact that all who smile at you are not your friend! Great poem.
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Oh, thank you so much for appreciating my poem. I’m really glad.
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You are welcome!
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I had written a poem recently in my mother tongue Axomiya (Assamese) where I said that love ends once one gets it whereas love lives on in the search, in remembrance, and love does not close the window to the heart just because one moves away. Maybe one of these days I shall translate it to to English.
Beautiful poem .
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Oh wow, that sounds promising, please do so, would love to read the translation.
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I like the thought and the rhythm.
Wonderfully written. 🙂
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Thanks, Terveen. I’m glad you liked it.
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