I don't care
whether you're at your best or at your worst.
I won't stay with you. Never.
Not when I can still read sad poetry in your eyes,
and despair still lingers on your lips.
Not when I can still hear pain
in the way you utter her name.
Not when you still stay up 'til 4 o'clock in the morning
just to stare at the green button beside her name.
Darling, I'm not the type who will selflessly pick up
the shattered pieces of your broken heart
especially if you're still willing to give each fragment
to the very girl who broke it.
So don't ask me to hold on,
or to wait, or to hope
because even though I love you this much,
I still deserve more than just a recycled heart.
— Jan Di
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