It hurts a bit more,
with every
passing moment.
But I wait
with a hope that
you will try to get in touch.
It hurts
that I can't let go,
though you
broke my heart,and walked away
leaving me alone,
without love.
It hurts
that I love you,
though I know
you don't care
about me,
about my heart,
or my life.
It hurts
that I still think of you,
when my life stands
at a stalemate
and I refuse
to budge at all.
(c) Archana Bora
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