I don't exclude you from my soul wounds

Oh, you who knit my robe of pain

You've inflicted a disability on my heart

May God put you through what you did to me

My pulse no longer plays a melody of passion

Rather, it's struggling to find safety away from you

My feelings are now only for tourists

A home that has always protected you has ceased

A home that does not accommodate another refugee

Cutting ties with you isn't a problem

I no longer shiver longing for a babe

Nor cry when we part ways, as I used to cry for you

Rather, I teach her the words you used to say

Dedicate your songs to her

I make use of her gifts

While yours stay hidden in my room

I took her to a coffee shop where we used to go

And kept talking about you

Then I ask her rudely, "Does it bother you?"

On the phone

I come to mention her name, but inadvertently, I call you Or my fingers get lost

And call you instead.

And you answer

As if I'm begging for mercy from Your Excellency

So what does it mean to detach my soul from you but it keeps forcibly running back to you?

What does it mean that my ships are displaced from me and moored in your ports?

To make an enemy of everything in me that's yours Yet I can't make you an enemy?

Despite this,

I am never a hater, if that consoles you

But stop showing up in every woman I know to frustrate my efforts to get over you

My feelings, what are the pleasures of exposing my weaknesses to look for copies of an original that no longer cares?