Tormentor

The tormentors want love from me now.

They want devotion.

Is love and devotion a joke to them?!

Easily found and discarded?!

The tormentor wanted me to capture lifelong,

To burn in his spell eternally.

The monster in him wanted to devour,

Every hour,

But, he forgot love doesn’t occur in confinement.

Where souls can’t meet, lovers can’t unite.

Where souls can’t understand each other’s silence, love cannot blossom, bodies don’t recognize.

The body rejects what the soul can’t have.

The mind rejects what it doesn’t understand.

The heart rejects what it can’t feel.

The lover departs when one feels constrained.

You cannot expect someone to love you,

After you have exploited them.

Exploited the reasons,

The moments,

The innocence.

You cannot have the best when you force it.

Any form of maleficence is not worthy of the quiet innocence.

Not anymore.

Nevermore.

They wants love after the damage they’ve done!

©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy

Timestamp: 12.48 pm, Tagar

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