It was never the love that rose me up ,
it was the pestilence .
It was never the warmth that
kept me alive ,
it was a cold heart .
It could've been the better memories that i cherish ,
but deciphered i was never
happy myself.
The souls that once vowed to pour love in me ,
ghosted me in the yearn for drugs (here, drugs are to indicate artificial feelings to feel worthy)
&when someone profoundly loved me ,
i was too zapped to fall for the treachery.
© manmeet