10 Years

10 years ago, today

I was in the wrong place, right time.

10 years ago, today

we met, we fucked, I left

without saying goodbye.

2 weeks later

we fucked, again;

but this time I stayed

because you lied.

The condom broke, I came.

Then you shared the news without shame.

"I live with the stigma,"

you told me,

afraid to disclose

'cause I might judge.

I was afraid, I cried.

You held me and let me stay the night.

That fateful night has led

to a bumpy relationship

of 10 years.

I loved, you loved;

yet now we're indifferent.

It's dying to end.

But we hold on

weakly, but we carry on

strangely, going about

through monotonous days

our individual ways

ignoring the lack of passion.

I felt more love

on that fateful day

when you lied to me,

than I do, on this day,

10 years later

when we should be in harmony.