It is been a long awaited words banging here and there, never got time to shape up my thought process in poetic form,someone said it right Writing is a slow poison.
No!
You are mistaken.
I did not
hate you when
you seduced me that night
and
dropped me like a fulfilled dream.
No!
I did not
hate you when
you pretended
to be busy
and
did not
return my calls
But,
I hated you
when
you split wine on my new skirt
and
tried to wipe it off with your tie,
Of all the things.
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