What is wrong with me?

What makes you leave?

Why am I getting rejected every time.

All these times I opened my heart for the purest kind of love.

And then, off they go.

Is it really me or are they offended by my potential….

Poetry is a perfect interlude for joining two bad ends of life.

Apologies!
If my good luck
Threw a wrench
In your plans
To torture me

Unfinished notes,
Unheeded lessons,
Distracted mind,
Stolen glances,
Fantasies in the day,
Dreams at night,
Chasing a lost cause,
Lovelorn.
Two years later,
I’m still only two benches away from you,
Yet you are a thousand miles away.

You pass night in sleeping,
Then words and me play peeping.
My poetry smiles in tears,
I keep them afloat with cheers.

I laugh out loudly beyond sky,
Verses smell and fly high.
Night bird screams suddenly,
Is he also pain-stricken lonely?

I want to halt me,
The poet requests not to flee.
She's persistent for immortality,
What an aspiration! So thirsty.

What is sky crying for?
Why burns itself the meteor?
Love burns her to ashes?
Or in eternity love more flashes?

I'm burning too so long,
Glorifying a love that's wrong.
Poetry, not people keeps me living,
In a despair poetry makes me reviving.