Abundance of poems;

I, who move on

I smiled bitterly as you
Let go of my hand and
As you told me that
You don't love me anymore.

And time has passed, my wounds
In my heart has healed.

And now, I saw you kneeling down in front of me and begging me to
Come back to you.

Why would I come back to you in
The first place when I'm not the one who left. Not the one who cried every night. Not the one who got depressed.

Why? Why would you come back? When I'm now okay and when someone out there makes me smile
and treat me like I'm the only girl
in the word.

Well guess what!
I don't love you anymore like I tell yesterday.