And then
She wrote
Sending butterflies
During wintertime
Sending hail
To the snow-less place
The whole world
Jumped with joy
But I refused
Every line of her poem
Every word she used
Sent blades
Blades sharp enough
To hide in my heart
Blades sharp enough
To know how injured she is

Let our feelings submerge
Into the deepest ocean
Into the deepest hole
Let it go
Like a corpse
Being cremated
Burn it to ashes
Bury it in the deepest part of earth

Make it
JUST a memory
Make it
JUST a part of the past
Write it in history
A tragic story
Of our
Done ‘always’

Consider
yourself
a
fool
whenever
you
fall

My blood runs
not for you,
but for me.
My heart beats
not for you,
but for me.
I live just because
I live to accomplish my goals