By Ilma Yameen Khan
I love you a lot,
It feels like a blood clot .
My love for you runs in my veins ,
Gives me pain , eats my remains.
I cant unlove him,
Will i ever get to tell him?
Teach me how to unlove,
Because you were the one who taught me to love ?
Love is care,
Love is rare,
Isn’t that all you declare?
You say that you do care,
I see that only mere.
you can’t deal with my wreckage
Does it feel like a luggage?
Making you feel low ?
Like there’s nowhere left to go ?
These voices echo.
Makes me think,
that I'm a psycho .