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Relationship - is it

When I first met you
I thought you were the sweetest person on earth
I thought you were smart and  handsome
I wished that I would become your world
The irony is
You said you felt the same about me
I was too naive to
Understand the truth and lies of it
I felt we were meant to be together
Your words made it easier to believe
Your sweet nothing words made me smile
Your small silences made me cry
When reality intervened
You made me question everything
You taught me a lot of things
Yet the fees for it was tears
I have invested my time and energy
Just to be with you
And in the dreams of our life together
Smaller fights became wars
And slowly the bond became weak
Wear and tear destroys anything
So did the relationship
I sacrificed too many things for you
And I don't even have a track of it
Guilty took over love
And the fear of being alone inclusive
These drove us into a meaningless relationship
We tried working else out
But the magic had died
I just could not break it off
But you are brave
At least in this
You did it the moment
You found someone else to take that place
I was pushed into a world of depression
And insecurity
And loneliness
Little did I realise
That the comforting hand would be my next knife
I am not sure when this drama will stop
My heart and brain clash
But heart always wins
This would go on
Till my heart stops
Or till I make it stop

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