By: Cassandra Marie Mercado

Inspired by him, I write this.
Misled by him, I cry...
A last kiss from him, I tingle,
A fake tear from him, I sigh...

I am lost to him, I fear.
Will I ever escape this twisted maze?
I no longer feel my inner soul near.
I slowly convince myself, it is all a passing phase.

The memory of him, I will take.
The lessons he's taught, I have learned.
A friendship you ask? Well, that can wait...
I dare not travel yet another road, badly turned.

My farewell I leave to him,
I await what dreams may come
Reluctant, but strong, I close this unendurable page
As I realize my sole work here is done...