It was four years when you wrote a love letter
in words I cannot read
so I soaked the paper on water as the alphabets dissolve
like magic, like ghosts, blue inks
spewing curses as it fades away

Humans treat hearts carelessly, everyone knows a muscle
must have a muscle to be one
but hearts are the sickly types, they get ill, then they die;
love cannot be recycled.

I never knew why your eyes avoided me but I
can still hear your chest beating madly
your expression seems to ask a question, but
don’t expect me to answer, I never knew it in the first place.