Hurt

Someday, we'd be sharing laughs and talk over some cakes and tea.You'd ask, how a love been for me and i'd reply cordially.Then you'll, notice the blush on my faceWe'd smile, soaking it all until the bubble burst

I've never had proper closure for any of my past relationships

He'd tired. I'm tired

He'd broken and I'd be too 

So consumed by our own versions of the story

I've learnt about possessive love. It is never enough. 

It consumes, eats and drowns you

Robs you out of everything 

I've made progress but facing the facts, without prejudice

burns so badly 

I need to face the pain head on

Embrace and not run away. 

and learn that we are all broken in some way or another