Excerpt From The Book I Poured My Heart On

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If you ever saw me, please walk away.

Walk past through me like you didn't recognize the color of my eyes. I don't need you to stare at the orbs you once loved and notice it's dying glow. I don't need you to bore holes on me trying to figure out how. I just... don't need you to shed me a glance.

If we ever bumped into each other, don't look at my parted lips.

Walk past through me like you never, even once, begged to have a taste. I don't need you to close the gaps and steal the faint air I have only to leave me breathless. I won't even wish for a peck. I don't need to get addicted again only to leave me aching for more.

I don't need you to come back only to make me hope for more. I don't need you to cuddle me everytime the cold haunts me. I don't need you to fill the gap between my fingers. I don't need you to stay momentarily and embrace me a temporary security.

My heart is weak and always tempted but it feels, too. It gets tired doing the same cycle knowing she can put an end and do better. It gets tired giving chances and cry when they ended unfulfilled.

My heart is fragile and always dwelling in pain but it sure does know how to get over someone who never made her feel worth it.