Remember the day of that April summer?
I broke down to your rejection.
After the times I chose you,
I was never the one you'd choose.

To the excuses you've made,
Have you planned them out?
Like a web of notes on the ground,
Which do you pick to put me in a frown?

To the sleepless night I wake,
I think to myself today...
Was I supposed to stay?

In my manuscript,
I've burned my past lives.
Deep in the cortex's haze,
Memories buried in sighs.
There was no reason no why,
It was a vague albeit goodbye.