Under the cover of darkness,
I plucked that rose from its bush.
I spied it two days ago,
even snapped a photo of its lush
Foliage.
I feel guilty now,
But is that because, I stole it stealth
Or is that because it now droops, lifeless?!

Empty letters
erase my sin
and my shame
on a piece of blank paper.
Hollow words try their best
to redeem my former glory.
I sent you an envelope
with an empty letter inside.
There were no words written
but the blank sheet had captured my tears.
That's why it was wet and smooth with no ink.
The ink would have been washed out by my teardrops.
So I wrote nothing on it,
And let the empty letter
stand alone on its weight.
As a testament,
As a silent apology.
Do not be mad at me for this
because words can still be empty letters
if not filled with the right feeling.
And an empty letter can hold within it a thousand regrets,
If carved with shame filled teardrops.

How could you!
You showed your true self
I'm not angry about that
I'm angry about how you handled everything
How could you!
I thought you cared
You LIED!
You Manipulated Me!
You Blamed Me!
HOW
COULD
YOU!