Being With You A Curse For Me Poem by zeenat singh

What the hell made me think about you?
I curse the day when I met you,
I curse the day when I saw you,
I curse every other thing related to you.

You are worthless, not even in imagination,
You are like a mirage, just my infatuation,
My worst days were to be with you,
Not less than bad dream which is unlikely true.

Always trying to get out of that "stupid" time,
Feeling guilty for my blunder as if done a crime,
Being with you taught me not to trust anyone,
No matter the person be nice takes pain for me to come.