I’d be lying.

I’d be lying if I said I never missed you

I’d be lying if I said I never think of you

I’d be lying if I said I still don’t stalk you

I’d be lying…

I’d be lying if I declared that my love for you is gone

I’d be lying.

Cause each time when I lie

Its your face I see

Each time mine eyes I close

Its our memories I see

Each time my ears I shut

Its your voice I hear

Your beautiful soft whispers

I close my eyes

I let my mind wander to you

I recall everything

Every single spark

Every single ignition of your sweet soft tender kiss

Every single passion shared

It all remains afresh in my memory

And each time I recall this

I cry

I cry for my loss

I cry, for seeing you again I shan’t

I cry for my heart.

I cry for my broken heart which still yearns for you

I cry for my solace.

the solace I never shall find in your arms again

And when I try to imagine IF you still think of me like I do you

I weep even harder

I’d be lying if I said am happy for you

Am not.

How can I be happy

How can I be happy when am not part of your happiness

How can I be joyous when you are no longer the source of my joy

How…

I just can’t.

I cannot imagine you in another’s

I cannot, I don’t want to picture your beautiful full lips on another

No, I cannot

I’d be lying

I’d be lying if I said I still don’t hope beyond hopes that you come back

 Back to my arms.

Arms which since you left have ever been open for thee

Ready to embrace you warmly on thy return

Ready to ease all the coldness away

Ready to massage our former love back into thy muscles

But yet again it strikes.

The tormenting memory that you no longer mine to hold strikes

This time with such tumult

Leaving me in such a haze

One only you can relinquish me from…

And then, I wouldn’t be lying

I wouldn’t be lying if I said I still love you

I wouldn’t be lying if I said I missed you

So much that it tore me down

So much that it scarred this heart

Then…then, I wouldn’t be lying.