The aftereffects

Some sort of game

You should just carry on.

I think I need to frame it right,

Just outside the reality ball.

No more blame game,

No more questioning the so called love.

You loved me exactly the way

You defined love.

Even after all the penny little reasons

To split me into a jigsaw,

Piece by piece I recollect,

Still stuck in your awe.

You were the reason I felt love.

You still are reason I feel.

Maybe this is what was destined,

As a wish for my love to be sealed.

Forgiving you might be tough,

Maybe extremely hard;

For you’ve just turned me,

In nothing but a cold blooded stone heart. .