When being hurt, we tend to hit back at the ones we "used" to love.
Such silly way to treat a person once sent to us from above.
We start finding more and more flaws.
Stop remembering the beautiful line of perfect cut jaws.
Of beautiful minds so perfectly matching. Left with a heart aching...

When being hurt, we tend to hit back with a mighty load of "hate".
We feel like a fish snapping after every leftover piece of bait.
We start finding things we never liked to soothe ourselves.
Put every book of poems back into a shelf...

When being hurt, we start to act unfair.

For me, I ask you: please forgive me!
I still love you - I swear!

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Miraman, in the year 895 AF.