i poison myself,
with the longing for you,
n lose myself in the days
everything unfolded,
what is a beginning that does not end itself,
where is loves suicide,
or is it homicide,
a slow death beating itself across the walls,
of us
i wanted trust from you,
opening myself,
unfolding my petals,
n all this left in the rains,
the sun beating its happy self across my shoulders,
n me a bomb set to self destruct,
thinking of you .......
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