My Love

By Aavanthika Praveen

You are my holy grail, my muse, the root of my basorexic needs, the bane of my literal existence, my tears, and my smiles.

Why do you abhorrent me so?

Where have the promises of forever and ever more disappeared to?

Why do the claims of midnight rides, coffee dates, and car kisses cease to exist now?

Do you not miss me?

Do you not miss my scent, my voice, my aura?

Doesn't everything remind you of me?

Because I certainly miss yours and everything, everything reminds me of you.

Are you as serene and at peace as you seem or are you burning in turmoil?

The longer I'm apart from you, the more I forget.

The more I forget your voice, your eyes, your feel, your laughter;

The more I forget you.

By Aavanthika Praveen