“Don’t touch me with your bleeding fingertips,
I know that your palms,
have memorized her well enough,
Don’t speak to me with your lying tongue,
spilling words,
coated with honey,
Don’t think,
I forget,
that you spent a night with her,
telling her the things you said,
when you first me,
Don’t think,
It doesn’t hurt,
I am only human,
sometimes I try to wash your touch away,
I know I would fall again,
but your name,
dug a hole deep,
in my heart,
I bet it will stay,
Now,
this isn’t about how I still love you despite you breaking my heart,
I mean to be honest,
I pretty much hate you,
but it’s the effect humans leave upon you,
when you fall out of love,
as if all the sunny skies have been replaced,
with grey one,
your hot cups of coffees,
become cold,
every song you used to love,
now reminds you of him,
but here’s the thing,
you see,
after you left,
I realized I loved it when it rained,
I love when the skies were grey,
my preference to coffee,
turned different,
similar to my feelings toward you,
cold,
and all the songs I used to love,
still remind me of you,
but I dance my heart out to them,
so just take this as a tip,
falling out of love is not the end,
it’s the beginning.”