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.