I was dazzled by the flowers of this world

I guess it’s my insecurities acting up

I’m sorry that I turned into a stranger which you didn’t expect to happen to me

I’ve been negligent to you

My love for you wasn’t always benevolent toward you

I found peace and consolation in you and I messed up everything

You are the last fragment of hope I’m holding onto

I know you are exhausted from continuous heartbreaks

I’m sorry that the world extracts so much from you.

You’ve painted an excessive version of your torture

You have survived the worst

I hope you can still thrive out of your obscurity

I’m not a saint

You deserve better and I wish you all the best in your next relationship.