I never thought of going away from you.
But sometimes you force me with your repulsion that I am carried away from you
Like the tides sweeping away the sands, far off the shore
Was it anger, Was it hatred.
Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.
The same way the more hatred you threw upon me
I changed it into my love and came back towards you.
Again but you did the same.
How long will it exist?
I am tired, of this routine making up drama.
Where in I pretend I forget every single
damage in the past.
The hurt and pain I seemed to have enjoyed.
But pity, the hurt and distress repeat.
Is it that all relations hurt this way?
Or is it because I took pain to love you
so much, that I hurt myself now.