My entire life.
This love thing of ours.
Pain and numbness led me to make it a competition between us.
Who loves who more.
Who can love who more.
Who could love who more.
At the peak of my second-guessing, she reminds me we're married.
Such, as and when it benefits her.
She is so beautiful.
The kind of beauty to render a man stupid.
I sit here, reminded of my open mind and closed heart.
My closed mind and open heart.
My open mind and heart.
The void.
She will laugh at me.
I will cry for her.
Chivalry will die at the hands of women.
-so mote it be
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