Detestable.

Ishq, Prem, Love. These words scare me, I don't know why they just don't feel like reality. I saw many relationships where both the partners were struck with anagapesis. I wondered if they ever got over it, But the irony is that I'm a mark of one such a relation that exists, Which is only for namesake and is gradually fading away, bit by bit. I wanna be loved, or maybe I just want proof that I'm loveable. For the blood that flows in me makes me feel as though I'd be deemed detestable. I've seen some people, who still love as though it's their intent But I feel as though a love as pure as that is just prenatural. Oh to see love like that, I'd die for it if it meant I could experience it, even if for a while. It's so divine yet it scares me similar to how it would if they'd see my scars, which are very vile. Love is indescribable, especially by a person as such as me who doesn't believe that it's a reality. But I hope one day I'll say, That love truly is worthwhile.