wishful thinking…

i am tired
of hearing all your bull.
i am gagged,
i sometimes vomit
on my mouth
just with the thought of
still seeing you around.

i wish i can see your back,
then i wont be hearing
from you again,
you are, so far
my biggest regret.

what is it there
to understand?
what is it there to
ask for another Nth chance?

i am tired, so i left.
but i guess, you
really know which path
you must take.

you still found me,
and you’re still here.
i’ll be damned if i
ever try walking away
again.

wish you can figure out,
nothing’s left for the
both of us.
wish you can just leave…
wish I’ll have my
long deserved peace.