Wish: shouldn't have said hello Maybe I could write poetries about how the world has been ruled by tyrants, or how the ozone layer is only waiting for tim to create ripples of lashes back at us or why America wishes to be great again hell, is it not yet

Maybe I could write piece about life and survival of the never ending search of the ligh at the end of the tunnel or of how no one could ever heal the Earth but us Maybe I could write about how stupid Shakespeare was when he messed Romeo and Rosaline's fate or blame Van Gogh for making depression look appealing to the eye or write about how beautiful death could be if we submit to it at the climax of Mozart But, honey, at this unholy hou let me tell the world of the "us they never got a chance to meet Of how we talked about the topics cited above, you'd laugh your heart ou because I never let you win I'll throw comments at the lame points you make, and there is you telling me that mine was even worse But, somehow we were connected at some point I have a messed up humor, and you got the wits I have never seen in anyone And so, my fragile heart was caught in between our late night talks I began scribbling notes and what-nots after midnight Not about intellectual topics but about you At that moment, call me crazy but, you were the most sensical topic At that moment, I was so excited to tell the world one day, that we started in mail and going beyond Until we ran out of issues to talk abou and feelings and time I don't know what happened but our connection suddenly faded Until I burned my notebook and buried my pen And that, my love, is how you kill a write