Grieving

"I know you want to hate me " he said .. " No ! I want to stab you " She said !

So you killed me again and you don't know you did ! 

You kept up those walls , those walls that keep you from me .. I don't know what is it that you hide ..

Is that soul so weak that it needs to hide behind chores - is the love so weak that it can only happen behind closed doors !

Why is there an expectation to understand what was never meant to be understood ,if there is so much analogy how will the heart function as it should .

You keep me at a distance for me to gaze ,and when your heart desires, you pull me close to admire my glaze..

I toy with my heart as it pains so much ,I don't think to hurt is love as such..

I hope you explored enough to not commit - I hope I gave enough to not omit !

If still not your soul then I don't belong here ..let me give you the knife and not stab you my dear - if you feel as I felt it's enough grief , I am leaving it with you ,it's yours to keep !