Somehow you remind me
of my past lover.
Like how he used to
play my nose with his finger.
And how he used to
pinch my skin.
When I get mad,
he starts to grin.
Some things he does,
I seem to forget.
Hurting him constantly
is one thing I regret.
How come I miss
these things I knew?
Isn't it bad?
I find him in you.
But now you left,
our tragedy has begun.
Something shattered inside me,
that I thought was long gone.
Your deep, gentle voice
resonates inside my mind.
You showed me love
but it was a dangerous kind.
Someday we might have
a new beginning.
Time can heal wounds,
but it can be deceiving.
I guess we'll want
a brand new start.
Or, forget each other
and forever be apart.
To forget you
is just another repercussion.
It may be unpleasant,
or the best decision.
This perilous love, I'll end
without even saying a goodbye.
Don't even mind it
and bother asking me "Why?"