You have a poison disposition,
truly toxicant.
I am intoxicated by your words
even though they sting.
The messy disarrangement
of my feelings,
adrenaline kicks in.
I tell you what I feel,
I give you my love and then-
you crush my heart
and throw it in the bin.
This is prevalent,
so this time I let you go.
I let you go.
I find my broken heart,
mend each of the broken piece.
I fix it in such an art;
that,
nobody can break it again.
-Nalini