The love and hate story

THE LOVE AND HATE STORY
It did hurt not calling her but his pride could not take a fall,
It had been hours of falling apart since she cried on that call!
Hard to argue with someone who only sulks on being hurt,
The quarrel was fought in silence after a brief noisy start.
It may seem trivial for the rest of us, who do not know,
That a day spent without a call could lead to such a row!
The sun went down without an answer to a hundred rings,
Till with a frown and anger he yanked at his guitar's strings.
His hours became lonelier evermore yearning for her voice,
Lost in darkness he sang even more but much of that was noise.
He did not hear when she called back till one hundredth time,
At midnight he was tired with grief and stopped at that chime;
Soon after he saw his phone and stared with much indecision,
It was hard to hate so much the one he loved without reason!
While his fingers dallied over that call he wanted not to make,
The call came through; his phone lit up and it began to shake.
With a heart so sore he could not hear another hurtful word,
She caused the gloom in his cheerless face, yet she struck a chord!
And for minutes he spoke not a word and that made her cry,
He hung up the phone and he never responded to any of her ‘why'!
Sleepless hours slowly went by teamed up with smoke and spirits,
His red eyes reflected fond memories but he lamented the demerits.
He did not think about the consequence of his brooding disposition,
For far away Juliet thought of ways to cope with the silent admonition!
The resentful despair in the ungodly hours made her cut her wrist,
That ceaseless stream of blood drained her life and loosened up her fist!
Thus juvenile love claimed a teenage breath with so much more to live,
Coz love and hate was an intense game so much irrational and addictive!