The Process of Killing Oneself
Loving you was a bliss,
A bliss
Disguised in the form of a murderer.
To love you, was the slow process of killing myself.
You liked making my heart bleed while you stand and stare in great joy.
Copyright © Muzammil Gooljar | Year Posted 2020
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