Are there more parts of her,
Which I hate or love?
I don’t think I even want to keep up,
With anything she does.

The ones which I fondly remember,
Of our journey there are a lot of parts.
Of her which I fondly remember,
There’s none cause I can only see the broken shards.

She hurt the whole of me,
Thinking I’d let it go.
But in my poetry,
Parts of her will see the emotions flow.

– Anmol Agarwal
(02/03/2023)