By Kevin Raphaelah
This is the only long term pain I know,
The only place I’m no longer willing to go.
After all, hearts still get broken,
Perfect friendships deemed forgotten.
When love strikes, you’re rendered blind,
That’s why from it I choose to hide.
No longer in control of your actions,
Same applies to your reactions.
Yes loving can be hard sometimes,
In my case maybe all of the time.
A broken heart makes me feel alive,
As I choose to avoid love like a bee hive.
With a cautious reminder to keep my distance,
Giving no priority to any kind of romance.
Not even in my oblivious thoughts,
I politely note, to me love is lost.
That which isolated me from the rest,
A constant pressure to be the best.
Being alive did not translate to living,
I was warned of this from the beginning.
My eyes and ears non are open,
Nothing said or done will let my heart soften.
Don’t be worried when I act in weird ways,
Dancing alone or talking to myself in some days.
This could be the only way for me to mend my soul,
May be it helps me fill up that dark hole.
I haven’t always been this way,
Something happened one fateful day.
I’m no longer an ideal partner one would have,
If they ask what did this to me, tell them I fell in love.
