Do you still love me? He wanted to know
I looked at him and sat with my thoughts
Surprisingly, my thoughts had found their lost tongue
Earlier they spoke the language of love
Now they were fluent in pain
They smiled at me aware that I spoke their language
Strange that I hated love but loved pain
Now, wasn't I adept in speaking three languages,
Hate, love and pain?
I picked up the pen to pen pain
I had to write in the languages I...