love or lust?

'Right is it or wrong was it?

I know none of it.

Can I leave it, can I remove it? 

I know I cannot do it!

What comes next?

I have no idea of it,

Yet, I know a thing,

I know: You are placed in my skin,

Your touch, and your silliness,

And everything about you have got stuck,

Inside my head, and in me,

Here, my heart beats impulsively,

When I remember any of the time spent with you,

August or the November,

If you can also remember it,

I wish you do!

I was waiting for those days to come back,

And I was waiting for us to meet again. But…’

‘But- but, we’d this end,

The full stop to what we just began.

I don’t know what got you in.

I don’t know, why you were so pissed,

Yet, I knew it had to end.

Hence, I had no words to give;

I accepted it,

Trying my best not to bawl or crawl for it…

Not trying to review it,

As the love or calling it to be the lust,

But simply entangled memories,

With a broken heart, and the story apart…’

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