To my former lover,
I write not knowing which words to say.
What more can be said?
Saying "I love you" can't turn back the past.
Loving you is a curse.
Lovers, such as I, cannot survive thy love.
I'm merely a moth dazzled by a flame
And burned by the cold fire of thy heart.
I may say I love you not,
But still you reside within my core.
Your flame lingers wherever I go,
For love is a curse that kills a soul
Change my heart, I hope
That you will reverse thy curse; set me free.
Cruel is thy heart for you think not of me
Who is crying for my last words
As you have burned me.
Still, alas, I survived your curse,
But the scars of my burns remain cold
Like the flame of thy heart.