Wasted Lover

By Pranoti Bhave

Why am I so obsessed with the past?

maybe because without her, I respectfully deny to have a present.

how can you blame me?

The only time I felt alive was when she held me

My fear is, I think I'll just keep living her till I can't live anymore.

bury myself in alcohol and nicotine, caffeine and suffer

Be what she only feared, be a wasted lover.

By Pranoti Bhave