At last, I get to see you again,
Far from the best time to meet,
For you, my feelings haven't changed,
Ah, my heart still dances to your beat.

Is it me who has become plain?
Reduced, thoughts stuck in repeat.
And I guess that's what made me rage,
No wonder I was left in the street.

Dolled up by my lack of restraint.
Others won't make me complete,
This, this should be my stage!
He has to see. He has to see!

Explain why you left me to waste,
Ripping my heart from the front seat.
Coward! I can't turn the page.
Love, why does this feel like defeat?

I miss when our fingers interlaced,
Clumsy hands, never learned to fight.
Hollow me out if it keeps you engaged,
Even empty, I can shine so bright.
Stick by my side, together disgraced.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Mayan, in the year 1000 AF.