Two years to make amends
will never be enough
to let go of
perfectly imperfect
you

Yet,
Two years are enough
to realize the one I fell for
is my expectation of you;
Not you

Hence I'm damaged by the rage
and healed as the time wheeled
And tonight, I won't fall for anyone but myself
Though in a slower pace,
I have forever to face

***

December 2019
I promise this is the last I write this kind of cringey self-absorbed poem