Power of love

Your sting was too deep.
It was a slow poison.
It was killing every bit of me, one at a time,
When I was head over heels in love with you.
Maybe, it was the drug that didn't make me feel a thing.
One day, the drug stopped working.
I couldn't love you like I did.
The poison disseminated all over my body.
I was in pain,
I felt used.
It felt like living hell,
It was burning inside of me.
I couldn't vent it out of me.
I was almost dead.
I wished we had never met.
Before I could close my eyes,
When I thought I was never going to make it,
Her love was my medicine.
I healed, gradually.
I couldn't feel the pain anymore.
But, the scars were permanent.
Not to remind me of the hard times.
But, merely to remind me what love is capable of.

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