umamah farooq


corpse like existence

Seeing you utter
hasty apologies once again,
I wonder what it is
that you want from me this time.
Which part of me
have you come to claim
as your own?
Is it my heart?
But wait you tore it apart.
Is it my love?
I guess you consumed it all up.
Is it my trust or my sanity,
both have become quite a tragedy.
You devoured my happiness,
Left me with an ache so pure
And,
A soul so empty.
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