Both sweet and sour

By Medha Chugh, India

 The agony of those words ripping off my self worth

Leaving you was my best decision to get a new birth

The time spent with you was too short to define

But, the hell and the heaven both seemed to be mine

The magic in your poems made me drag towards you

Your magnetic grip turned me all into new

You were like poison coated in sugar

The more I took in, I felt myself to be sucker

But, I should thank you too,

Running away I could meet my soulmate so true

The poetry was once not my cup of tea

But, yours made me express my talent so free.

I couldn't marry you,we were not a good match

Farther I went from you, the closer I reached for my dreams to catch.