The Reader and The Writer
Rina; a reader.
Wants to marry a poet, a writer.
She met a man,
And the man wrote prose and stories—
Of their love story.
But,
She got fooled,
By the writer’s sugar-coated words.
She assumed—
That the prose, the poems, the stories that her man made;
Is for her.
Sadly, It’s not for Rina.
It’s for the writer’s first love.
The man used her—
To forget the girl that he loved the most.
I mean,
The girl that he still love the most.
The prose and poems;
That made her heart blush,
The stories;
That she reads every night and day,
The writer’s lies,
Made her stay.
Although, she knew.
Although she knew what is true.
She stayed.
But told the writer that
Someday,
She will go away.
Far far away.
“I’m going, away from you.”
“Thank you, for the prose and poems,
Thank you, for the love stories.”
I know that it’s not for me.
I assumed.
I expected.
But,
My own expectations hurt myself.
Since I’m not a good poet,
Here’s a free verse of our story.
My best writer,
You’re a story maker.