i purposely didn’t write poetry for you when i was still stitching back all the torn pieces.
i know all of them would be loaded with *****,unimaginable pains and sorrows.
and only would reveal words that should be left unspoken and things meant to be hidden.
i’ve waited when I no longer ache and completely move on far unreachable.
my love, yes, i welcome you to have a taste of your own medicine.
but remember my dearest, i now realize some people are not worth the second chances.
so… i will never write and long for you again.
Isn’t wonderful my darlin’?