The Limit.

Kettle is boiling, still boiling. . . . I hear it whistle at the peak of the sound.

Then, in a flash it blew up.... All over! The splash left marks and scars around me.
It will take me days, weeks or even months to heal.
It will be some time.
It will be tough.
It ain't easy.
Especially going through it alone.


My love is not to be played.
My heart is not just an icon.
My state of mind is not to be bruised.
My trustworthy has been tainted. I don't forgive easily.

Something must be done.
Something must be fair.
Somehow I am not like you.
Somehow I am smarter.a
Somehow I am loyal.

In every way that I am proud of myself, cause I handle things far more better than the person I knew you once were.