I tried love which broke me beyond repair,
The hopes, the beliefs, the ambitions, nothing to spare.

I tried convenience which is shredding my soul bit by bit,
Like the weathering of a mountain surface by the cold wind.

I tried love in which I saw myself reeling for reciprocation,
Countless insomniac nights leading to suffocation.

I tried casual, which is relaxing at first,
No responsibility, no commitment and no fear were the bursts!

I tried love in which my happiness depended on the other,
Someone else's problems and pain made me smother.

I tried flings, intoxicating in the moment, thrilling like a joint vaping,
But mornings were empty and bitter tasting.

I tried love in which my tears knew no par,
Somehow the lacrimals matched the supply with the demand bar.

I tried dates, some with the impeccable sense of humour made my jaw hurt and my eyes wide,
While some were as curt as unpaid rides.

I tried love and swore to never repeat,
But the hypocrisy of (wo)man, seeks it in every heartbeat.

I tried easy ones, no charm , no persona, just lusty dance and pheromonal surge,
The cringe moves and the unclassy vibes made my stomach lurch.

I tried love, the hardest one and I tried non-love, the easier ones,
Some left unhealed scars, some painful burns.

Exhausted, hopeless, scared and cautious, I laid down on the ground,
Waiting and simultaneously dreading for a new kind of affair to come around.