"I wonder which of those
poems that you made
were all about me." he said.
it's been a year since we
break up for private
reason.
"I never wrote a poem about
you," I replied. he was
shocked for a moment.
"then why you didn't write a
poem about me?" he asked.
"well easy, I don't want to make
a poem that is too long that even
the reader will gonna complain
'why is it so long?' and I don't
want also to make a poem that
the inside of it was just your
fake love and fake promises."
I answered.
—my poetry is too precious to be yours
