My longing for you is turning to resentment
To part ways
Doesn't mean to harbor hate
Hate is an excuse, to deal with the weight
A weight put on us by a cruel fate
A weight of a goodbye I can't underestimate
Love from afar, is challenging, it is bittersweet
Like a lost poem with its lines incomplete
But a poem is still beautiful even when some lines are missing
Like a wilted rose, its elegance persisting
Like a broken glass, letting light shine through
Love
Like an unfinished painting, open for colors to ensue
To part ways doesn't mean to harbor hate
Hate is an excuse, to deal with the weight
A weight put on us by a cruel fate
My longing for you is turning to resentment
Like the night sky with no moon
No moon to light it up
Leaving us lost in darkness
But a poem is still beautiful even when some lines are missing
A poem is never incomplete
A missing line only creates a new one