I can’t stop thinking about what we had.

I can’t keep on walking in your shadow.

When is enough, enough?

You see yourself in such a warped way.

You severed the ties that we had between us.

A poem by me, Timothy Lu.

You do it to yourself.

Some things are better left untouched.

You just contradict yourself.

There is no reason at all for what we have to fall to bits.