Love is in Me, Love is Me

I don't know if unloving you

made me feel better or not.

I don't know if I should have been

kept you in my memories or not.

But someone told me

to set my memories free,

so that they too can also breathe.

I don't know it will help me or not.

But I do know that my mind

can't bear pain any more.

So I wrote about you and

made a paper plane,

and gave it a small breath,

mixture of oxygen and love,

under it's wings as a sacrifice for its valediction.

And under the crimson sky,

I let my hair open as if

tying them will kill me.

I took another piece of paper

and wrote L O V E on it,

with a distance, and crumbled it.

Like it did to my heart.

My mother once told me,

love is about waiting,

But my granny says

love is all about finding hopes,

so I started waiting at daytime

and at nights,

I roam around every heart.

Until I found love

draped in the sheets of felicity.

That day I took another piece of paper

and wrote LOVE on it, this time

without a distance, and placed it

beneath the sun.

I hold my hair again as if tying them

will help me to find serenity.

I know, while loving you and unloving you,

I found what love is.