Dear Honey, Darling, Sweetheart, Baby,
Or should I say Butterfly, Lady bug, Bumble bee?
For all I knew like insects you come and go with ease,
Harming me, while I understands what you please.
Sweet-bitter or bitter-sweet.
That's how you love from time to time,
Little do you know,
That you're already breaking this fragile heart of mine.
Babe, Eglantine, Darling, and My Precious,
This is how you call me; Your now wrecked muse,
For our memories is now an abuse,
Dancing a pirouette in my mind; this words that you always use.
To"I can't" from "I'll be there",
To ignorance from love and care,
To"over" from forever,
To worse from being better.
So if you're reading this right now,
I hope you'll always remember,
You suck in fulfilling promises along with forever,
I'm sick of waiting, will you even come over?
I want you to know,
I'm already tired of being your lover.
Sincerely, Your Writer.