Questions Love Never Answered

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I never knew what love was.
Is it falling for the same person
again and again,
even after they hurt you?

Or is it like the months of a year
repeating,
yet returning with new experiences,
fresh hopes,
and hard-earned lessons?

Is love about keeping promises,
or about breaking them
and calling it growth?

Will they accept you as you are,
or reject you
like an interview panel
searching for someone better?

Is it living joyfully with the present
girlfriend or boyfriend,
or remaining trapped in the past
even after finding someone new?

Does choosing not to post her on social media
mean you are unsure of the relationship,
or afraid of losing attention
from the opposite sex?

If Ambani, a billionaire businessman,
can make time for his spouse and family,
what stops you from spending
quality time?

If the plan to marry belonged to two people,
why does one execute
the same plan
with someone else?




Possessiveness can be sweet
but when does it become toxic?

Is love understanding her
through a dead stare,
or dismissing her
because you believe
you are always, right?

Does silence after a fight
mean you are slowly leaving her,
or simply asking for space?

He may not have answered
my fifty-six missed calls,
but perhaps
he already had the answer.

How does the new girlfriend
fail to see his misogyny,
his narcissism,
his toxicity
just as I failed to see
his loving, caring, honest side?

Will falling in love again
bring happiness,
or just another trauma?

Is moving on
a game with no finish line?

Is choosing oneself
and remaining single
a sacrifice of love that could have been
or the plan of God?

She struggles to remember dates,
incidents, moments
now she suffers from hyperthymesia,
remembering everything

They tease me with different names.
But I didn’t fall in love.

I was already
falling apart.

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