The Conceptual love

He told her not to look for him anymore.

That she would find someone better.
Someone who could understand her better.
But he failed to understand her.
The unlike ideas and concepts of love,
The different degree of perseverance and patience,
The profligate orchestrated events,
Incomprehensible intimations.
Once and for all her concepts of love became disfigured.

The wolf would no longer see it's moon.
She was the wailing star of the night sky.
He was not just a name,
He was her muse.
The unwritten words,
Untold stories,
Unseen wounds.

The scars that he made on her.
The deep impressions.
She was left behind.
She was abandoned.
Lone and heartbroken.
She held a bunch of shattered dreams.
She could hear the hounding cries.
The memories that could not be erased.
Every reflection began to strangle her.
He was her secret pride.
The way to his heart was easy .
But the other way is different.
The hurdles are hard and unbearable.
Because to let go is hard.

A.C

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