I do not like you, no
Because you killed an alter ego
Who did not want you any harm
An ego who is driven
By writing your simple charms
And you, I do not know
Why you decided that he's done
Because you feel too important?
Or feel your worth's not much

How are you now
My old stranger
Do you like to think divine?
I have worked my way into freedom
But my pen slowly succumbed
Did the things you love ignore you?
When you told them you'd be gone
I could've wrote for you, sweetness
But I'd be nowhere to be found.