Now at last I have realized what a fool I have been. No love is pure. No love is forever.
And all my poems will fade along with every bit of you.
Until I break again, I shall forcefully wash myself of any trace of you. And once I am done with it, I will carefully gather the fragments of my soul and make use of whatever is left-- no matter how insignificant, no matter how broken.
I will put it all back together. I will take care of myself. I will love myself more than anyone-- more than you.