my genres are white liars

my diary suddenly

felt the loyalty shift, 

i hesitate to tell her

he left me in the midst. 

i wish i had sued him 

as he threw big boulder, 

on my glassy heart and

blamed me as I'm guilt-holder.

i miss you six seconds 

the seventh seems as a sin, 

i count the days we spent

in battlefield where you win. 

i feel you've got sick

by reading my plenty poems,

let me tell you one fact that 

jackals are always scared of lions. 

i loved you honestly 

but my genres are white liars, 

if you loved me suspiciously 

i couldn't notice your black attires.

~chetna 🌻