Poison

I am still writing, 

Even after those ignored messages, 

That last seen from 2 months ago, 

Those conversations that felt like home, 

Those unheard confessions

And those silent rejections, 

Those broken  promises to be there for each other;

If not as lovers then as friends, 

Those hours spent waiting just for a dry reply, 

Those mismatched timings, 

Those little slip up of information that we later regretted, 

That unrequited love. 

Still I am waiting because of hope;

Hope is a remedy for people everywhere

But poison to poets like me who left their heart at someone else's doorstep

And now I think that

This poison only will be the death of me

                                                   ~Vansh