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The Choices Made in Love

by Geethika Sodhi
(Ghaziabad, India)

My love wouldn’t change

But so wouldn’t you

So I left the part of me

that couldn’t un-love

And I left you too

Your love wanted to hurt

Your love wanted to bait

Your love wanted to believe about me

Everything you could hate

My love didn’t bread crumb

My love was dumb

My love wanted to smell flowers

My love wanted to wait

Your love was a crowded place

Listening to all the voices in the room

Your love was entitled

Your love was a credulous fume

My love was a unique fragrance

An ever lasting perfume

My love was a yellow flower

Preparing itself to bloom

Your love was an abuse

While i made you my muse

Your love was a coward

Mine stepped forward

Your love didn’t communicate

Mine wanted clarity

Your love was a favour

Like a calculated charity

Your love gave me hell

My love gave me courage

Your love was a curse

A plastic filled sewage

Your love was cowardice and malice

A dumping ground of your self hate

My love didn’t deserve the stink

My love wanted to smell flowers

My love wanted to wait.