i purposely didn’t write poetry for you when i was still stitching back all the torn pieces.

i know all of them would be loaded with *****,unimaginable pains and sorrows.

and only would reveal words that should be left unspoken and things meant to be hidden.

i’ve waited when I no longer ache and completely move on far unreachable.

my love, yes, i welcome you to have a taste of your own medicine.

but remember my dearest,  i now realize some people are not worth the second chances.

so… i will never write and long for you again.

Isn’t wonderful my darlin’?