Past is hell,

Memories are torture

Crawling inside her head

Tormenting her mind

The girl she said:

“Vulnerability is an authentic state.

To be open, for wounding

Then find happiness,

Where true beauty bears.”

I learned, cherish, gracing

Indeed

But not like that.

Her mom told: “It’s not sober.”

Her dad told: “It’s not power.”

Everyone disgraced

So I told her the “mature”

Witness had seen, and listen to understood

Now loathing herself, whoever she was.

Toughness, remember, profoundly take it.

Still, when the heart is hurt

She’s burst to tears.

Now then, what I love, and only love

Once and forever

The girl is no more

Long gone

Emotions make a path outside

Out of my life

Took her to the ‘never’

How blissful it is

Like a delighted siren

Now then, it’s just me, myself and I

A remembrance to keep

I’ll be here for now.