How heart-wrenching the four-letter word can subject one to.
Surpasses all emotion and is the creator of the good and bad.
You taught me.
I learnt but you faltered.
Stuck with his image when in another's arms.
The feeling keeps gnawing.
Heartache grows and I just can't adapt.
Caught between happiness and conscience.
But the former surpasses the latter.
To suppress I have tried.
Till I know not my self anymore.
Don't make me choose.
One or two?
You always triumphed.
What LOVE could do!
With time, perhaps
The memory should fade
But only a comforting lie to myself.