I will not write about you,
not tonight
nor tomorrow.

I am tired of running after,
either you
or the future.

Tonight marks the end of us,
the moon and stars
they will witness.

Tears and heart creases,
to every piece
of your every lie.

I’ve had enough of your follies,
deceiving looks
and your selfishness.

I will not write about you,
not today
not ever.

Love will ****** you and love ***** on you.