Before you got the chance
to give me hope,
I shut you up with facts
so quickly, you agreed.

You didn't need to explain,
did you?
For you,
there's nothing to explain.

I wish I stayed silent,
but I couldn't feed my brain
another words
without clear intention --
easily erodes with the other side of the story.

Will I ever stop
thinking about us,
and rid the little hope
I have for us?

I can't stop
breaking this heart,
again, and again.
and that isn't you anymore.