I am bored of this pattern now

Of being in love with you

It was a beautiful kaleidoscope from which I had seen hues

But now its broken

Its not even black

Its transparent

Makes me see the world as it is

I hate it

My muse is lost

I am no longer a poet

I dive deep in blue and wash away purple

I run round and round to come back to your words

Now I am looking for a point that joins the semicircles

I want to break it, break it forever

Go back to the Eden alone

I am no longer thinking about you

Its just the thoughts that keep coming back to you

__Payal