and though she was the girl in my poetry,
none of those were meant for her to read,
for those were written to forget her completely,
and to express the thoughts and emotions i hid.
making her read these would give me false hope.
think of what ifs and be refrained to cope.
thus, let my unread poetry just be buried,
along with the nostalgia i am still with.
xii.xvii.xxviii