She

I have not lost without reason,

something would be the reason ?

Living with her would be less important for me,

than her smile.

I would have forgot her, like she did;

But, I would have loved her more than she did ?

She sleeps relaxed at night, but I am unstable;

My dreams are innocent like me, they don’t let me sleep.

Like this I am being destroyed,

She lives without me,

but I don’t know the way to live without her.

Her memories are like slow poison,

They don’t let me live nor die.

She says I am mad.

But something would be the reason of this madness ?

I have written her name on my every breath,

so how should I forget ?

Now, I breathe n I will not remember her,

how is it possible ?

I die every moment because she don't remember me.

and there is not a single second when I don’t remember her.

She may be traitorous,

but I write in her praise.

My love for her,

does not allow me to humiliate.

-©TheCursedPOET