I don't strive to make my lines rhyme.
Because I know it will be a failure.
Neither writing nor love should be forced.
I therefore let him depart in such manner.
I also let go of my words,
allowing them to take in whatever form they desired.
Now, all I can find in my room is poetry in the form of you.
I've described you in all of my quotes.
You're sitting there, staring at her.
I'm sitting here writing a few lines about you.
If I had written about someone else instead,
he would have given me first priority.
But here I am, constantly writing about you.
Maybe that's why you're sitting there, staring at her.
©Priya S
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