Said that you love me.
When we younger.
Holding my hand so dear, I could feel your blood pumping.
But now that we’re over, not fit for a lover.
And I can still feel your love coursing through.
You touched me.
Made love to me.
Only to leave me.
You hurt me.
Steady telling lies.
Is there a reason?
I want to forgive you.
But hurt has made a home to my heart.
I don’t wish harm on you,
Yet, I wish your death on the stars.