Not In Love With You

Maybe not the voice; maybe just the words,

When we were together but in our different worlds…

Maybe we belonged to the flock of different birds,

No point in hating you anymore…

It took me a while… to figure it out,

But now I think I know…

It wasn’t your heart but mine; I needed,

So not in love with you anymore…

It’s crazy how the moments I cherished are now the past,

My present is not a present anymore…

With you, I thought I’d conquer the world,

But it’s not the rule of your game; no more…

No more I find the peace in your arms,

No more I am drawn to stones…

No more I go on a quest for your desires,

No more on the world, I charge on for you, just not anymore, I do…

It took me a while to figure it out, but now I think I know,

It’s not your empty words or your cold heart, I needed, so not in love with you anymore…

Getting better with experience, it’s a game to you; beautiful lies stay there at your lips,

Your words hold meaning at the convivence of your desire, which changes with the colour of tulips.

Your eyes now defeat the purpose of your tongue, no more it traps my gaze,

I feel liberated as if was caged but now I am free from your maze…

No shame, no remorse, no pain I feel, I don’t feel the beat no more…

The butterflies I would feel at your glace in my stomach, I now feel nothing anymore.

It did take me a while, to figure it out, I am not your slave, no more,

No approvals shall I seek, the swallow will fly to the peak, there shall be no pain, no more…

So, my darling, my love, my heart belongs to me, that’s not a toy, no more…

I pray to Gods, you would never have to meet another one like you, a mask that you wore…

Hope you do well and may learn someday, people are not your list to serve,

A name inked on your skin when be carved on your heart, you’ll know how it can hit a nerve,

So, take my word with you, if nothing else you can, and be a better man, for your daughter may be able to love you…

It took me a while, to figure it out, it’s not a bane but a boon you were…

Sometimes to know the value of life, the flowers have to wither…