Lucky are those ferns
that blow some tears...
they stand with sunlit fears;
and if love cries in the same manner,

who cares?

A stem is gone,
The leaves won’t shiver,
As the wind swirl around

A portrait that is blank,
A sky, austere as dust
Sprinkle on the blue view

Of your eyes that see no stem,

That holds petals
And leaves,
That won’t quiver,

Because the earth is wrinkled.

I know
a single thing that
you don't know

It's hiding below the car's
seat belt!

laces knotted like phrases,
not praises
and astounded with
places

dusty in my heart's
spaces

clean leathers you don't love

like distant hands
at
night

I don’t care about you anymore.
Even if you go back a hundred times,
you won’t imagine how ridiculous you will feel about it.

I’m sorry.
It’s really over.

When it suddenly stops, we know that it’s over.

It will never come back again,
no matter how amazing it is.
You might have kept it for awhile,
but it behaves like a butterfly:
It will go seek for places to drop by.
It will fly away without you knowing it.

Do not mourn.
It won’t die immediately.
It will just fly away and seek for better things.

Stop chasing.
It will never come back.
You have got to accept that
It’s bound somewhere else.
It’s for somebody else.
It will never come back
like how it was before.

Learn how to ignore.
Learn from it.
If it is painful,
then so be it.

Just keep on ignoring.
This is where you start.
Do not get tempted to approach again.
You are not desperate.
There are better people and better experiences for you.

If a butterfly flies away,
it does not mean that something else will never arrive.
There will always be a butterfly ready to drop by.
They will come if they like you.
They will go if they do not.
They will stay if you show them how beautiful you are.