To Love no More

Opposite of love is not hate,

It is to love no more.

To bury your face in a book

When he comes.

To ignore when he wanders

And jumps around.

To change your trail,

Or turn around.

To not reply his texts and calls,

Or his friend's 'friendly suggestion'.

To thank him, cold-faced

If he catches you from falling.

And have a cold lunch,

Than a lovable date.

I say never, never look in his eyes,

There would be reminiscence of past

And you would repent latter.

I don't hate him,

There is nothing to hate.

But I love him no more.