Weary [PJM]

pain

i threw the letter away,

not planning to read any word that is written on it.

as if i will date her.

on the day after,

i would like to eat lunch with you again,

maybe this time you'll let me.

but as i walk towards you,

i saw you fighting back your tears, again.

i also noticed the fresh bruise on your bottom lip, and another new one on your arm.

it made me drop the foods on the ground,

as i held your hand.

"come, let me get you in the clinic—"

i was being so thoughtful,

but,

"don't touch me!" you said, as you pulled your hand off from my grip.

you are mad at me,

"why?"

"because this is all your fault."