'If you break me
at least make it last'
I wrote when I was
in love with you.

Only now am I regretting
the time I spent to
get over you.

It lasted longer
than the aftermath
of a volcano.

It was as painful
as lighting yourself on fire
(the pain of my
breaking heart,
you made it last)

And now it's finally gone
the city is back to normal
the ashes has been blown away
and you, you no longer matter.

Now that I laid eyes on him.

I realised that there will
be bigger volcanoes
bigger fires and they will be
more worth it
than you ever will be.  

And I'm afraid.
I'm afraid that he'd break me
exactly like you did.
Then I realised,
it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.

Better to love and break
than never to love before.