Last chapati left.
"I am not hungry."
She lied.
30 years later.
"Don't spend all money on my meds."
"Maa, i have enough in my savings."
I lied.
It was my turn for revenge.

I contemplated, but not alone,
On an ancient poet's ode,
A lover and a scribbler composed,
"Nunc scio quid est amor..." Oh?
"Now I know what true love is..." No woe,
As I reflect on a spiritual road,
I ponder on, where pomegranates grow,
As venerable Horace did compose,
A love divine, true love, and never alone.....

Maybe I will catch someone's eye
The way she catches mine.

Spending a month in a hospital teaches you a lot about people.
The doctor that told me to shave my head or she wouldn't treat me,
The nurses that spent forever chatting to me
And giving me supportive advice about how my illness doesn't define me.
The woman who was given a terminal cancer sentence
And chose not to pay attention to it and defied it anyway.
How she sat next to me on my bed,
Told me that all suffering is valid,
And just because I'm not dying, doesn't mean I don't get to complain.
How she complains more about her skin problems
Than she ever complained about her cancer,
And that's OK, because pain rarely follows rules.
I never even learned her name,
But she gave me the words I hold most closely to me
On those days when I want to fall asleep and never wake up.
I'm allowed to scream and shout and rage against the pain
And the unfairness of it happening to me.
I just have to make sure I know where the line is
Between giving my darkness a voice and pitying myself.

I knew you cheated
Found out today
Exactly how and in what way
You disgust me

At her baby's funeral too
Unbelievable
With him
What a sin
Disgusting
Makes me want to spew
Pure unadultared lies
Come out of you

But I knew

I knew in my body and my being
You knew I knew too
Unbelievable

You made it not be true
Made me
Mad
So sad
I knew, I felt it so bad

Your eyes they told the story

In shock at a loss
Confused
Bemused
Shouldnt be cause I knew
Saw through your eyes and into
Your lies

Why didn't I listen to my intuition

I realised recently
You were dark
But that dark
Please

Its true,
I am better off
Rid of you

Poison that you rattle round
Without a sound
But it does come out
Oozing out of every pore
You're be feeling it for sure

Bitter sweet
The day is today
It's the grand finale

We have finally parted
Emotionally
**** heartless
Extreme starckness
But no more darkness

The truth will set you free
You should try it maybe

Your first love burns hot and bright, like a fire made from paper, and when over, only ashes remain.
Your true love is like a well built woodfire. Slow burning, lasts for ages, and even when you sweep the ashes of initial passion, you are left with steady burning coals.
Coals aren't bright, but stay alight the longest and are much steadier. So hang in there, chum.