"The love triangle of a poet"
'I love you'
'No you don't'...
Yes it's me. I am not here to listen to all your poetries and voice it along.
You have never loved me although you have said those 3 magical words time and again...
you have never adored my black honeycomb like face, my figure that's always in a mess, my thin and wirey waistline, my ever inclined spine...
Yes I feel jealous. Very jealous when you pour all your secrets to her, spend your lonely nights caressing her body, when you open her flap like clothes pull her naked in your arms and leave those marks on her body ... Marks of love and feelings. I am jealous when you walk in with her in your arms to perform.... I still remember when we first met when you broke up with your ex and said that with me you will create your best of works ..... 'Together'.
Ding Dong ... The door bell rings Raj throws a Xerox copy of his job resignation letter and says that now we will live our dream... Think of the name of our youtube channel while I change and come... we will go live the very next day he yells.
I just rush and kiss my recording mic and ask her not to be jealous of my diary as we together will weave magic one day.
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