You left me time after time.
Let the punishment fit the crime.
I shed so many tears
Because you turned out to be so insincere.
You lied when you said you loved me.
Where was your sense of decency?
Now I just view you as some passing illusion.
And I've come to this conclusion,
That I'll think long and hard before letting myself fall in love again.
I hope its not a matter of if, but when.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem