When love becomes a universal migraine:

Forest of Broken Dreams
His kisses were illegal
Passionate, yet surprisingly forceful
Better than his first
More memorable than his second
His third smooch was as cold as a Bollywood kiss

I close my eyes every day,
And I asked God, why some people think
That it is a sin to be poor,
It is not good thing to take that tour,
Down memory lane,
Reliving  all those slam doors
Jeering, body shaming and the pretending:
Looking back, and feeling
that they love was like a charity case
Forgiveness is not what most of us think:

Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered, does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth;

Those lips that we kiss;
Were lethal, like a late night walked
On a lonely street,

Love is patient, but not kind…
Love is a universal migraine..
with a combination of the wood nettle vine