Dear Mr. yet Another,

Dear Mr. yet Another,

My spontaneity gets me into trouble sometimes, troubles like you.
But when I met you all my hurt was forgotten and I felt new again. I found my old self again.
Then you gave me a ring and asked me to wait, I nodded and said please don't be late.
You hugged me tight and kissed me right and it was the perfect night.
when you left a part of me left with you and emptiness started to come around dancing again, and as usual I felt choked again.
Now you're forcing me to change for you but call it "us", the girl you were in "love" with wasn't as if enough.
And you want me to give my everything to you and probably leave you for my most loved ones who gave me birth, an identity and all the things in the world.
I know you for a month now, but I lost your ring already...
call it a sign or call it a sin, adding more than waiting for you for four long years to your list is not fun.
But you don't get it, you're forcing me, because you don't want to lose me, but you've already lost me.

Now I stand alone and smile for the sake of it, you want me to wait, I can't, and you're going to blame my hate for it.

In pain again,
Trippy.