This is a poem of me letting you go.
A poem of me saying my goodbye.
I know I've said it many times before.
But, I played with fire and now I'm burnt.
I should've known that I never stopped loving.
And one touch.
One look.
One memory.
One scent.
I'm feeling a little nostalgic.
I'm learning no matter which road we take,
Someone always have to go.
So, I'm saving my heart the trouble and saying goodbye.
Some people like to keep token of their love.
Me, I don't need it, I'll never forget.
You were once my favorite blessing.
Now your my worse curse.
So, do me the favor and reciprocate my goodbye.
