My heart is hurting...
Even I’m the one
who torn your heart apart,
I’m also wounding...
These hands
are already glistened by blood,
far before you know me...
No,
I never lie about my feeling.
But the facts are
how fast my heart changing,
how I don’t like my heart being abused
to do something that is not me...
You have no mistakes, really...
One mistake that you only did is
loves me
when you shouldn’t...
I’m a loving person,
not a loved one...
I like being loved,
but that’s not mean I will accept any feeling easily...
It’s because
I admire someone who could make me loving him,
just him...
Yes,
I don’t have any courage to even say anything to you,
even a "thank you"...

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