i hate love

 love proses?


you know, how every poem about love

makes you wanna fall in love,

but, for me, everytime i read a poem

i don't ever wanna fall in love ever again


love proses scare me,

they are like rainy days 

you enjoy them when rain flees

soft and low, giving a comfortable sleep


once the rainy days are gone,

you've to bare the effects it bought,

the trembling thunderstorms,

my heart cracking sounds,


when i read those proses aloud

after love's no more alive

it scares me

and leaves me shaking


it scares me cause

it made me write about you, think about you

you who won't always be with me

you, who are just a piece of people in my life


it scares me

to read them again, to hurt myself

to always lay by you, when you're gone

it scares me, cause when I read them

you won't be here again.


-chaithra

3/10/2023

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