Falling for her
Would have needed
No reason,
Her smile was enough.
Like the slide of knife
On butter.
Slip of tongue as
You stutter.
Love pretty much
Is a work of gravity.
But un-loving..
Demands blood.
A work of iron with
Deliberate thumps.
You may have to
Chop your tongue,
Vomit your guts.
Stab your heart to
Suppress thoughts.
Kill your mind
With sanity,
Slap your fantasies
With a purpose,
To hold onto reality.
Graveyard and of
Obsolete souvenirs,
You become a dump-yard.
Un-loving is like
Digging a well
In the desert to
Forget thirst..
Heat takes a toll later.
But hope will
Kill you first.
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