<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=347914" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>There is More to Life than Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Starved and famished, <br>I looked up to him<br>morsels of consolation<br>he offered me…<br>to the inconsolable me? <br>like breadcrumbs<br>to a beggar…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pain goes away<br>comes back again, <br>like the everyday sun<br>shining and setting…<br>holding my tears<br>I try to smile<br>as much as I can…<br>to make ‘everyone’<br>happy…<br>words freezing out<br>can’t write as before<br>inexpressive to him, <br>inadequately so…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes, I do write <br>making him feel ‘good’<br>lest he feels he’s hurt me…<br>his silence did it all…<br>he never knew<br>I would be hurt that bad…<br>he couldn’t care less, <br>he didn’t love me; I did…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was used to the girls<br>who never said a word<br>and accepted him, <br>for he ‘listened’ to them, <br>so he says…<br>yet never responded, <br>like he did to me…<br>asking me to accept him, <br>the way he was</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was difficult…<br>Plausible: I thought<br>and so I tried, <br>for the sake of love…<br>trying to be <br>like his ‘other girls’…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Failed miserably<br>ended up hurt, <br>my heart so bruised, <br>it never stops bleeding…<br>a gaping abyss<br>wrenching me out…<br>seeking ‘closed doors’<br>I vent my anguish…<br>ceaseless tears that just wouldn’t stop<br>the gash so deep…<br>will it ever fill up? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is more to life than love<br>Get over it and Get over him<br>I helplessly wonder: <br>But How…? <br>The questioning continues…<br>So does the suffering…<br>I seek respite, <br>yet the pain clings back…<br>The days, the months, the years<br>of incessant longing<br>and deathly silence<br>have taken their toll…<br>a past with no future? <br>Forgiving is easy…<br>Forgetting? Never, ever…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Aparna+Chatterjee">Aparna Chatterjee</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=347914" data-title="There is More to Life than Love de Aparna Chatterjee" data-description="Starved and famished, I looked up to him morsels of consolation he offered me… to the inconsolable me? like breadcrumbs to a beggar… The pain goes away comes back again, like the everyday sun shining and setting… holding my tears I try t..."></div> </div> </div>

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