Muhammad Khairul
2 min readSep 14, 2023
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To love me for my crack and flaws,
And my brittle heart made of clay,
For I had given you my all,
Losing myself along the way;

Hang on to me despite the snow,
Despite the monsoon November rain,
Promise me that you won’t let go,
Tell me not if I went insane;

Shedding tears like the leaves of fall,
Reminisced of us while missing you,
Stayed all-nighter for your missed calls,
Empty promises which you withdrew;

Feigned to me you still would care,
Showered me with lukewarm affection,
Intimate cuddles in bed skin bare,
Indulged my body as your obsession;

Glimmers of false hope you would stay,
Yet you vanished without a trace,
Rendered me as baggage of castaway,
For a surrogate whom you had replaced;

Guiltless apologies fatigued to hear,
Implore no more that I would stay,
The greatest act is to disappear,
Had I loved you from far away;



Muhammad Khairul

✍🏼Writer, 📚 poet, 🎨 artist, ❤️‍🩹 HSP empath, 🧠 mental health advocate, 🎓 student of psychology