From sleepless nights to blissful dreams,
A drastic change from chaos to peace.
From your departure, I was hurt,
But now from sadness, I divert.

Like a dart hits a bullseye's iris,
Your presence, that's how I miss.
With this paper and pen,
I admit, I think of you now and then.

But you are my life's fraudulent scheme,
Water rapidly flowing in the stream.
You've already passed and gone away
Like my love for you has died away.

A half-remembered dream,
It is you, as it may seem.
A dream as sublime as a flower garden,
But a dream that will soon be forgotten.

Every time you speak
I'd need needles and threads
to fix the broken heartstrings
and stitch my broken heart

i like how the taste of blood
lingers in my mouth
just like the thought of you
lingers in my heart

together by fate
separated by destiny
how cruel of them
to play with our feelings

but how cruel of you
to tell me that you miss me
when you won't come back,
happy with someone else

Today I will write a poem
not about your face
and how beautiful
and sublime it is

Today I will write a poem
not about my love
and how it is about you
and only you

Today I will write a poem
not about your love
and how it is not about me
and how it deeply hurts me

Instead, I will write a poem
about us, only us
except that
there is no us