Old Habit

Strangulating the truth, 

how can you 

remain silent? 

Perhaps, 

this is your 

old habit 

of assassinating 

the belief. 

When 

disappointment 

captures me,

my helplessness 

makes me 

realize that 

your love 

is a faff that 

I shouldn't have 

cherished. 

Yes, 

today you are silent, 

but 

your eyes 

mock at me 

from a distance.

Heart is broken, 

but 

I have to rise. 

Wound is there, 

but 

I have to heal,

I have to recover 

from the trauma, 

I have to live, 

I have to live.