That love still rots with my soul. 

It feels fresh but rots like it’s old.

The wind still blows, the breath is still going on,

 The pain is now a habit like it was before.

Left with no choice of my own,

 I sunk everyday in the ocean of my choking tone…

Pretending is my day job now,

Tears are my night time moans.

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I fought for a long time.

Fought for my own peace of mind.

Fought with myself and with time, as it heals everything,

I thought it would heal my broken heart & free me from this crime!

The crime I commit every second,

 To love him & lose myself to the man I lost without reason.

Or may be there was a reason, 

That my love was too much to bear, 

And for me, he had none to share.

Don’t be fooled though, I know he cares.

There’s no point, yet, it’s something to despair. 

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And so, just like that, I accepted the truth.

The truth, that there’s no un-loving once you fall in love that’s true.

It’s okay. I have accepted that I will remain in love for eternity.

I know how to handle it with tranquility.

I will pretend in the day and face it all at night.