Your actions told me to stop, So I did.

It was not about the way you open your mouth and say stuffs you don't mean, but rather it was the opposite.

Your actions told me that you were only there when you miss me, hung up on me when everything gets too tough.

I did my best to communicate with you, told you about my frustrations and experiences,

You saw the scars to my battles—but you ignored it.
You laughed on it and asked me "are you sure about that?"
I saw the crimson red flag waving everytime I think of you.
But neither are you too, a greener grass to begin with.

I gave myself or even you—a benefit of the doubt. Surely, maybe, definitely, he will change.

It gets worse. I opened up my wounds for you to see—I understood the assignment.

The moment you showed me your true intentions, I never thought twice, I looked at you like it was the last time seeing you. No feelings, just rage.

And I chose to walk away. Not because I am coward. But because I am brave enough to say that I learned the lesson, now it is time to put to test about what we truly have.

It is time to test the waters—about how deep it will get me. Will I sink, float or drown? Which is which. Even I, didn't know.