Extremes


When I love, it is extreme

When I hate, it is extreme

No middle-ground; no moderation

My heart has such an accommodation

 

Living with a broken heart

That bleeds time and again

I tend to shatter it myself

To save it being crushed by others

 

Halting what may have been

I kill a piece of my soul

Swimming in the ever present misery

I move around wearing a happy face

 

A happy face that is a mask

My stubbornness shielding like an armour

There are chinks here and there; if one cares to see

I hide my extremes by the cloak of indifference

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12 thoughts on “Extremes

  1. Beautiful…. ❤ ❤ ❤
    Loved these lines, "Living with a broken heart
    That bleeds time and again
    I tend to shatter it myself
    To save it being crushed by others."

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