I know I shouldn't be touching,
These sheafs right now,
Because they are torching,
Blazing with the pain of hatred;
The grace has been blown apart,
Overnight.
I know I shouldn't be crying,
These tears right now,
They are the results of senseless
Outbursts that's too late to dodge;
Did I ignite these flames,
Raw edge.
When it comes to turning the back,
There should be no looking behind.
I know I shouldn't be feeling,
The way I do right now.
Because farewells are not novel,
You could've said goodbye first,
Before my crimson lips,
Even uttered it.
I know it is unthinkable,
That even as I walk away from this mess,
You, I so do miss,
From the first coffee cup,
To the final hug,
They pierce.
When it comes to turning the back,
There should only be looking ahead.
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