I looked at all my poems and noticed that 36 out of 141 were meant for you.
I just laughed and thought I really liked you.
Right, this will be the 37th one for you.
I tried liking someone else, but it always ended up with you.
New year is coming and like last year you were the first one who greeted me,
I don't know now but I know your heart is too far away from mine.
I'm gonna cut this feelings, it won't be easy but I will because it's too unhealthy.
I'll just leave everything up to destiny.