i'm bak alone,

after a disasterous relationship,
my heart is finally shattered finally to never rebound,
I am all alone left with a shattered broken heart...



loneliness killing me,
day by day the silent pain inside me kills the courage and self esteem,
pain inside me which has no medicine,
pain that is a soft painful silent killer...



why shuld i suffer?
the betrayer will be destroyed too,
she will beg too,
for the love she needs and de love i gave her...



i wasnt the betrayer,
shattering my torn heart appeared as fun to her,
but to me it was only one thing,
disgrace and pain...



i showed her the love perhaps she neva deserved,
i rili loved her,
the pain i got was deserved by me,
becoz of my mistake of ashamin love by showin it to a betrayer and insulting it...



love is essentially another synonym of sorrow and pain,
she proved dat statement rite,
love is the need of a dying object wen it wants life,
love is the lust a thirty person has for water...



love is not the lust for the body,
but it is the lust for the soul,
love isnt just a semere attraction between two creatures,
but it is the dirst that is alike in two hearts...



love is undefined,
undescrbable,
but for the pain she gave me is definite,
it is immense and heart felt...



the tears i shed are just too painful,
they got out the love i had for her,
they left one thing in me for the world,
hatred and anger...



the tears came out showing just how much i loved her,
but they also showed just how much she played me,
they also show just how much the pain was she gave me,
the love i gave her became meaningless after she rejected it...



nothing was left for me to say,
after her rection to my love that took over my soul,
she new thats the strongest part of my body,
she targetted the soul after shattering my heart...



she is a clever player,
she shattered my heart,
but wasnt successful enuf to eliminate my soul from my body and break me down,
she will neva do dat as well as there is a better player on top of another one always...



wateva she did was for herself,
i dont blame her,
but wateva i did for her,
was like a lesson to me so that i neva commit the mistake again...



but love is a mistake,
one has to repeat again and again,
it is part of life,
and one object has control over it; the heart...



i am bak alone,
on that very dark life i started with,
i am not annoyed with wat she did,
i blame myself for all this and most of all my fate...



i am bak.
the destroyers mind is again in progress.
i dont want to break others as she broke me,
but she has certainly left me with no feelings forcing me to be the devil again...




life has opted dat for me,
i will give it wat it wants,
the love i had for her shall never cum bak again,
but the pain she gave me shall always be remembered as a broken shattered heart and the scar seen on the broken pieces of my heart...

thnx sonia..i regret n apologise for the lengths of my poems but well dats how lenghty they r...
i'm soryy