To The One That Got Away


When I say the word terror,

You probably think of crime, death, bombings and murder.

But my idea of terrorism

Is taking over someone’s mind and their thoughts without their permission.

How dare you consume my thoughts;

Every single second of every hour of every day?

The more I push you away,

The stronger my memories with you remain etched.

Falling in love with you was so easy –

One second everything was normal and the next, it wasn’t.

The problem now stands – how do I let go?

Part of me still hopes that we can pull through,

That I can come running into your arms

And we can be ‘us’ again.

Truth is that probably won’t happen.

I wish we didn’t give up on ‘us’,

Although one day,

I know I’m going to look back and realise it was for the best.

Loving you has been a real privilege,

Thank you for making me the best version of myself;

I’ll always be grateful.

So when I say the word terror,

You probably think of crime, death, bombings and murder.

But I? I think of love.



Author ~ Nitya Binu Editor ~ Abeer Tiwari


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