POETRY
The Side Effect of You
A few verses on the side effects of love and my response

We accept the love we think we deserve — Stephen Chbosky
I was losing my time, I was losing my friends, I was losing my grades, I was losing everything that I’d cherish, While being with you.
I didn’t mind it. Hell, I didn’t even realise it until it was too late. I knew it was a steep one, but I called it the price of love.
One always gets myopic when in love.
I’d just Forget all the trouble you gave me, Forgive all the times you strayed, Forbear telling you it hurt, Forgo my pleasure to see you happy.
All I saw, Was the good times we had, All the sweet poems I’d write to you, All the endearments we’d call each other, All the endless, meaningless conversation we had, All the lengthy dinners we ate, which was more words than food.
All I could do was bask in the love that reflected off you on me.
And now when I look back, I want to be left with nostalgia, not regret. I don’t want it to hurt anymore than it already did. So I remind myself all the promising seductions and enchanting lies you fed me with. I lie to myself that they were good times.
So, Thank you for making me realise that hard hearts have hearts, Thank you for showing me my soft side, Thank you for creating dreams in me, Thank you for showing me that I’m more than a cold, indifferent chap, Thank you for teaching me what hearts are meant for, Thank you for inspiring my best ever lines written.






