Mourn You
For the longest time, I've been afraid of moving on. Kinda like I believed no longer loving you, would alter my DNA, my entire being. Because who am i? If I don't love and adore you? My whole self was based on worshipping you. Rotating around you like my sun, with wide eyes. God! How I loved you! But, unfortunately and very well against my wish. I've reached the point of no return. We are dead. And I am so tired of reaching out to our grave and raising our burial site sand, delusionally reading meaning in things with no words. We are dead. I believe I still hold love for you and I might forever love you. (Well, until my next greatest love comes) But I've moved on from you. I couldn't even be paid a right amount to date you and it's not a thing of punishing you. Or believing you not good enough to date. But a thing of disinterest, of negative neutrality, of realization. When it was good, it was good. But...
