I shall still reminiscent the olden days, in return you broke me in a thousand ways.

I have been through many eyes but I was lost in yours, in return you blinded mine.

I have seen a million faces but I wanted to see yours every day, in return you have chopped mine.

I cut fruits and took you out to dinners, in return you have poisoned mine.

I bought you flowers and wine, in return you crushed and shattered mine.

I adorned you with gold, silver, and time, in return you have stolen mine.

I stayed faithful when you lay with others when I thought you were mine.

I thought of our future till the end of time, but not a single second you thought of mine.

I was a diamond ore waiting to be mined; instead of loving me, you saw the money of mine.

I shall not move backwards to the lonely times; rather, I choose to be filled with this pain of mine.

I shall bleed with a thousand cuts than to live forever in those lonely times.

To a lonely heart, love shall rarely flow; the difference between love and betrayal I shall never know.

True love always lived in my eyes—if you still come back, I will still proudly call you mine.