Vindictive love,
They do their own.
Should I move on,
My scar etchs permanence.

Never forget, dear,
The shattering of my heart.
Through you, my miserable part,
I would love you so much.

I may miss those days,
Longing for something I couldn't.
Though, with your moment,
My hope for love, rise.

Now with your affection
Narrowing through your purity,
Where my scar no longer in depravity,
I will manifest into someone better.

© Vyrene