Something ever had Would not regret having it
Choosing to be the first one To show generousity
Set up barriers Would not stay long to break it
Giving up Heart is tired The day comes

Not related anymore
Never like sharing and won't ever take leftover
Never like wresting even if empty
Stay perfectly as well as the one and only
Pairs of shoes and sandals underneath the bed
Clothes and jeans in the cabinet
Not the only one as long as not bumping into
Thought of being the perfect one likely to be impossible
Hate the way of being now
It's not the previous one anymore
ps>just to express not implying...current feeling