Take Care

What can I do?
You’re flying right now.
All the strife, hate, despair,
doesn’t matter so how.
This shouldn’t be how.

You don’t even know
that she went above.
Two seconds too late—
the flight of a dove
Ending the love

I know they will give
you attention and praise.
Usually, I would tremble
at that pathetic gaze,
but now my mind is in a haze.

You let lust take control.
You have made some mistakes,
but why do I want her
to come back, no matter the stakes.
Such a thing only takes.

The only real victim
is her with the defect:
fighting a tumor,
losing her respect.
Now all I can do is reflect.

He will give you the world;
the other his heart.
The confusion and sorrow
are not even the start.
For you lost some of your heart.

What do I feel,
remorse or disease?
Did I once hope that you would feel pain?
How could that appease?
It doesn’t appease.

No one deserves
to lose that much more
when the terms and environment
weren’t that good before.
You exit the door.

I really feel sympathy.
I give you some hope.
No, I don’t want to forget.
I will still say, “nope.”
Just, here is some hope.

She’s still in your heart.
She will always be there.
Even when you have moved on,
she will still even care.
Good luck…take care.