• I heard you say, “I’ll never drive you out of my life.”
    I asked, “Even if we meet our greatest strife?”
    For our first dissension you tried.
    Considering the rest of our conflicts, you lied.

    A year has passed since our last fight.
    That time, I remember I was the one who was right.
    I started it with no intention of provoking you.
    I didn’t know the conversation aggravated you.

    I try to move on now.
    But I do not know how.
    I remember how you run like crazy, how you sweat and pant.
    I try to forget you every time I think of you, but I just can’t.

    I don’t recall a time when you said, “I hate you.”
    We only said to each other, “I love you, too.”
    We spent each time under the mango tree’s warming shade.
    I still look back on those memories, but they are starting to fade.

    I used to think our love paints the rainbow in the sky.
    My deep affection to you makes all the birds fly.
    I never felt even the slightest hint of indifference.
    You never showed me any sign of indolence.

    Insomnia strikes me whenever I try to dream.
    If I trance, my vision of you becomes dim.
    Darkness surrounds me and I can’t breathe.
    You left me suffering in the cold, gritting my teeth.

    The bliss chirping of birds try to wake me up from this nonsense.
    I know very well that you are just my past preference.
    I seem to choose you over everyone I come across.
    That is true, though I can’t buy you at that price.

    The heaven I felt when I was with you is gone.
    You renounced me, and then we became undone.
    Now I feel like I just lost an essential part of me.
    What moved out of my soul was the thing we could call, “We.”

    I tried my best to get it back.
    Though I failed and am no longer on track.
    I did everything to get “us” again
    But nothing can bring back this so called, “heaven”.

    Depression brings tears to my eyes.
    Misery destroys my life and gives pain to me.
    I do not know how to describe this feeling, but I want you back.
    Without you, I cannot be the same.

    I used to bleed when I held the rose in my hands.
    Now that it’s gone, I don’t bleed anymore,
    But it’s the only one I knew.
    I need the rose back; it’s the only pain I ever knew.