Fickle Lover

My Broken Heart

You stare at me like
you want to see inside my soul,
but my heart is a million miles away.


I watch you falling for me,
but I cannot say that
I'm feeling the same way.


I am a fickle lover-
head-over-heels one day,
bitter and hatefilled the next.


I could leave you in a heartbeat
without a second glance
and that wouldn't be fair to you.


Would it be better if
I broke up with you now
rather than when you loved me?

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