Unlove

I don’t love you anymore,
It doesn’t mean I hate you.

It’s just that I murdered my feelings,
Yes, I am a Murderer, 
I am a killer, 
I am a dead writer, 
Though once I was a lover. 

Now there is only empty space, 
There isn’t any chase, 
Chase for Love, 
Chase for Happiness,
Chase for Vehemence,
I am out of Benevolence.

I did loved you then,
I tried loving you again, 
Today I am awaken, 
My heart is not weaken, 
Though it is awake from the slumber,
A heart filled with love now full of poison.

I count my days, 
That past in haze, 
I am beautiful dead bouquet, 
Waiting to be buried & turned to dust. 

Alas!
You succeeded in making me unlove you,
All the hard times you put me through,
But my feelings for you were never untrue,
I was never important of which had no clue,
But former me is now dead and I am all new,
But you have lost me and the love for you,
Still I don’t hate you.