• pragya15 32w

    It's not that it doesn't
    Hurt anymore
    Or hurt less
    Its as fresh as full
    Of ache like it happens
    Yesterday its not that
    You left or
    You say something
    Doesn't tear my soul
    Apart it does in
    So many ways
    Where I have to go back to
    Being myself hiding
    From the world where
    My presence and absence
    Are parallel sometime
    It's all feeling like
    Unworthy of my
    Attention the love
    The care I poured
    They return me with
    Heaviness of
    Emptiness I carried
    All of my life
    And it's still hurt
    When we love
    This deeply.