'Don't come near me..i'm a burning flame..i'll reduce you to ashes' she said.

'Good..then fire can't do me any more damage..'coz i'm already ash.The fire of life has reduced me to ashes years ago' i said.

She looked at me with utter disdain and then kissed me like i had never been kissed before.
And i could feel myself burning again.

One of the bitter truths of life is that most times the people who are the closest to you,actually hurt your heart the hardest.

I want to be all that you're seeing
when your broken heart stops beating
as the living leaves your being
I want to be there to see you bleeding

this dream is never fleeing
I can't seem to ease this seething
as your earthly being is leaving
I want to see you cease from breathing

the poet smiles at her reflection
in a mug of English breakfast,
tiny sips of truth as she dreams
of the return of her muse

and as expected,
today he is silent

dotting her i’s with his lopsided grins
she hums quietly,
sealing the thousandth one
she will never get around to sending

using kisses as postage stamps,
she adds another to a pile
of flimsy envelopes addressed
to a ghost
who cannot answer.

Pain is inevitable―
     and so is falling in love.
     But the only difference between the two,
     is that love feels great and pain does not.

The inevitability of falling in love
     is a choice,
     a choice whether you'll let yourself fall,
     or if you'll catch yourself before you do.
    
It is a choice,
     a choice whether you'll fight for it,
     or if you'll let it whither―
     like the flower he gave you on your first date.

It is a choice,
     a choice whether you'll hold on,
     or let go
     and never turn back.

People see love,
     and they think they know what it is.
     But in the world we live in today,
     no one really knows.

People chose love,
     but all they got was pain.
     Nothing felt great.
     They weren't happy.

People think love
     is just a pastime, a joke,
     or breaking the bed and leaving the next day,
     with only the trace of their perfume left on the sheets.

But the worst thing,
     is when people think
     that love is a trap,
     something that no longer exists.