Mind games
I was in love with him,
Without any particular reason or logic behind,
Just pure love. I blame the chemistry and the pheromones.
I don’t know what he felt about me, and I didn’t care about that.
I just loved him. Full stop.
He loved to play mind games with me,
And with all other poor little women who fell under his charm,
Hot and cold, Emotional then bold,
But i was in love, And l liked to be provoked.
Then he left and I was broken,
My hart has split into million pieces,
And stopped ticking for a moment,
That sometimes feels lasts forever.
I wrote him poems of love,
I drank rivers of red wine,
I dreamed beautiful dreams,
Kissing him million times,
Making mind blowing love with him,
Just dreams. Nothing more.

( don't ask about Me )