Plea

I want to unlove you. Whether unloving a man is a custom or not, I am desperately in need of a way out. There must be a ritual written in the thick books of clairvoyance. Surely there must be people before me who searched for this talisman. A deeply rooted sense of tiredness as a result of a belligerent love. A passion so strong that it leaves your very being tarnished. A profound exhaustion because of the sheer pressure of being emotionally invested.

Not the physicality but the magnitude of your metaphysical presence, the enormity of your proximity and the divinity of your goodness; how do I breath?

I want to unlove you because there is not enough space for the two of us when we merge into one.We elate and escalate into objects that can not be contained in the known space. We are stars, bigger than the ones that humans can comprehend yet tiny enough to hide from the naked eye. We sparkle so bright, together we light the seven skies yet we weaver like a flickering flame. We are forever, yet we diminish with each sunset. We are the soul of mankind, we are the echo of broken hearts...

But I want to unlove you now because the heat of the yearning that I have, to reduce my being into a scar of your eyebrow is gripping me; tighter with each passing moment, obvious with every breath.

So free me of your love, let it flow out of me like it never happened. Be the strength of the core of  universe that you are and free me .. Allow me, now, to unlove you.