I want her, I want her so bad
without her, my life’s like
sugar without the sweet, a flower with no colours

I want to be the nectar inside the flower-her

but I’m just morning dew-worthless
Why, why 
didn’t I love her enough?
in my poems- her; in my thoughts-her
she wrote and even thought but just not about me

even when she wore those diamonds 

only her face shined

asked her what she applied to her face

she replied: nothing 

when she chose that ******* over me 

I was furious

but
why did I love her?
was it not to see her smile?

was it not to see her enjoy?
She is happier than ever-without me
in her happiness my world finds peace
that is enough.