we used to talk;
you used to talk to me.

we first met virtually
until you asked me,
"let's meet personally."

i once thought,
you're the one that
god allowed.

but you hurt me,
not knowing its effect to me.

i'm happy when i met you but i think . . .
i'll be more than happy if
i haven't met you.

because the pain you caused
was too much to handle
by my fragile heart.