Shapeless love

Shapeless love


Dreading on romance
Pronouncing the word love is poisonous to the tongue.
Thinking about love is toxic to my mind and suffocating to my heart.
Love has left me breathless, whereby I need my lover’s air to be my life support.
My so called lover, has his heart set out for another.
His right by side but his mind is still searching elsewhere.
What am I to do, I beg for his attention.
I despair for I know I am lying to myself.
He doesn’t love me as much as I love him.
I am not his treasure but his my world
By loving him, I am killing myself in the slowest paced bomb. Every day I am losing a piece of myself all because my heart has chosen him.
Had I been a seer of love then I wouldn’t have allowed it to ever  knock on my door.
Those flowers that smell like the sweetest scent gives my body the flu of skeletons and thin bones.
The most passionate kiss ever lasting to my memory only happens  in my dreams and vanishes like the wind in reality.
My hopes to be by your side are dreams in my fiction and nightmares in my reality.
I constantly shiver in agony at the mere thought of losing you.
If love with you was a soft breeze then I would embrace it everyday.
Even if i held  on stronger, I will always be a mess to you, your body which has form in my hands will turn to dust and slip  off my fingers once again, alas!
Oh my sky have  lost its stars by letting him go but his will find his shooting stars by searching elsewhere .