Hating him was not a choice;
loving as forbidden as breathing.
She build stories in her head
of what-ifs and why-nots
whenever memories surfaced;
Living different lives
in far away cities;
a world separated by hurt
yet connected by a single desire
to bury their secret –
how his determination to never cross paths
became the reason to keep loving.
Inspired by the Prompt @ Poetics Tuesday
I like the thought of being separated by hurt but connected by desire.
I enjoyed this.
Quite a burning secret–I could feel the passion and loneliness.
A beautiful poem. Thank you!