Hands that firmly

Cupped my face,

And lips that

Imprinted love

All over me,

Every single day,

Have begun to

Slowly drift away.

 

I can’t really make

Her stay,

Though I extremely

And in the most

Sincerest of ways

Want it,

I can no longer

Have a say in it.

 

I have seen eyes

That used to once

Carry love for me,

Rolling away;

Hiding the scarcity

Of what was.

 

Someone had once

Told me that

Two people

In love,

Or one amongst

Them will be

The only reason

For the cause

Of their separation.

 

No new person,

Namely an interloper,

Can gather the power

To take over,

Until he’s given.

 

I have seen eyes,

Those pretty, round,

Marble-like lovable eyes,

And soft, firm hands,

Gripping a face

That I could

Eternally hate.

 

She smiles

While I try to,

I live while

She tries to;

She can, but

At the same time

Can not defend

That when one

Calls it an end,

There are no

Two broken hearts

To mend.