Loving a poet who's still not over his muse

I broke my own heart 'cause you were too polite to do it

Like in deserted land walking alone, while you're around,

Loneliness creeps my heart.

Your presence suffocate me,

Because your indifference makes me feel we are 6ft apart.

Flowing smoothly without a single ripple of doubt,

You made it clear, as clear cascade.

That her shadow still haunts you, pictures of her, in your eyes not faded yet. 

Still, like the restless dog on the door with silent plea, yearning for something beyond it's reach; I stayed. 

If it was dead to you, why you opened the door and pat it's head?

If it was nothing for you, if's and buts why did you said? 

Like I'm only here, your face, you turned, 

If I ignited the fire, you're the one who let it burn. 

Waited for something, even a retort; 

I keep continuing to knock,

No answers; after the thrill is over, 

Looks like you threw the key of lock. 

You gave me no options but the "Charades",

Oh Lord!! again this game of guess.

A quiet affirmation that speaks louder than words, 

So, I might have taken your silence as yes. 

I didn't but I kept continue to play;

I fathom your desire to stay,

The fortuity of being next to you, letting me lay,

That is how I kept continuing my day.

I ponder now, 

Each word flowing effortlessly, if the letters I haven't glide.
My emotions like a stormy sea, feelings like flood; in my heart if I have tied. 

Would you felt more comfort with me, about my feelings for you if I have lied?

And if I got the chance,
I would make sure that no one would ever get a glance
At my heart; I won’t let anyone put it in a trance.

I hope there is no next time,

But if you ever see the need of another soul to cling on life in my eyes.

Bury me with grenade and remove it's fuse,

Rather than making me love a poet who's still not over his muse.