Sweetest merch,
from the start I live to search
thought this time it may go deeper than trench.
The pain and romance, you brought to forge
the urge — forced me to purge.

Passed by me
15th of May, it was sunny
seconds yet it felt twelvemonth — believe me,
how you read me easily and through
when I thought I'd be hard thorough.

Asking the God's above why couldn’t we
if plotted in our destiny, weren't we meant to be?
How for every time with you I feel sorry
as I wrote this poem, unnecessarily
like an asymptote, no matter how close they meet.

Changed your name to hide the surge
realizing — it became a one-sided page to indulge
I couldn’t run to places I’d never been,
if only I could — I would have as I should have been
you deserve better than a man who’s bitter.

My dearest, hinge
even if against the church
I got the perfect vision — I'm yours to be
but you will never be mine; forever to bury
forevermore carved in each of my artery.