LOVING YOU FELT LIKE A STRANGULATION

I burned every part of me,
to make you mine,
But I lost myself ,
Loving you felt like the strangulation that could kill me at any moment,
And I chose to cut that on that very moment ,
When I was reborn to  realise ,
That i could exist without you,
So genuinely, so just for me,
So I ripped you in pieces,
On 17 November,
To breathe back again
I inhaled my autonomy  back
And exhaled the rotten pieces of my dying love for you
For the first time in years,
I felt gentle freedom around my neck,
I felt the privilege to be Oblivious enough to be indifferent ,
I tasted freedom in the most tender sense,
I unlocked the room for mindful  explorations,
and locked the room of sensitive rage.

I left the cursed chunks of that strangle there
And walked passed away
I knew I have lost enough blood and sweat while unleashing the string
But my endeavors have costed me my entire life.
I ascertained that loving you was easy
But unloving you was like burning myself alive
And being indifferent to the idea Of you,
Made me realise that  life in all possibilities could always be created back even after almost dying

Leeza