he told me,
he loved me.

i believed him.

'cause that's the thing,
when someone holds your hand to never let go during the worst of times,
when someone looks you in the eye as if searching for the depths of the oceans,
when someone presses their lips against yours as if to savour the taste of a forbidden fruit.

You believe them.

But then, a time comes,

when those hands seek freedom from the hold of yours,
when those eyes do not look for the extent of emotions in yours,
when those lips burn from the relish of yours.

he told me,
he didn't love me.

i believed him.

-Awditi