I don’t scratch so I won’t itch.
I don’t reach so I won’t miss.
I taste our last kiss.
This is the cure: the same as the symptom.
Simple and pure: break to keep fixing.
Patiently nurse, patient and nurse.
This is the part I wouldn’t show you.
The part where you say, “I don’t even know you.”
This is your cue.
Be glad it’s through.