Black & White

By Pranoti Bhave

I would have loved while hurting,

I love while everything is broken and into pieces,

every remaining piece of me radiates love to you.

I remember you with fondness, with care, like my life depends on it,

like if I don't think of you, I'd forget what I'm.

I'm dissolving black and white into the background now,

wishing only to find some colours.

Didn't think any other heartbreak could be worse than first love.

Maybe I'm not good enough for anyone to stay

Weak in the knees, begging and bawling,

asking for anyone who knows,

Why am I not good enough?

Am I not good enough, love?

By Pranoti Bhave

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