When I first met you,
you were silly yet fun.
You never knew,
But I fell for the silly you.
Named you my silly boy,
My Bizmol.

You won me with your words,
Saying I’m so much more,
Better than the girls you have dated.
Always putting me first.

Our relationship started to turn stale.
I’ve constantly broken promises.
I’ve hurt you.

But you never knew,
You hurt me too.
Flirting with other girls when I’m not around.
Not giving my body the right respect.
Making filial piety seem like a sin.

We’ve both made mistakes.
But one thing is for sure.
I’m not able to forgive myself.
Still not being able to let go.

Not being to let go of the mistakes I’ve made.