That Small Scar

He cried for everything that will happen.

Hatred is not similar to love.
But a feeling that once named love can turn into hatred.

The small scar was not painful anymore.
But it was a proof.
And for what?
Did love still have such a hold after all these times,
Or was this scar a remainder of hatred?

Why did you do it?
I did not think you were capable of such thing.
Because you did it to me.
I thought you would let the rest of the world fall,
but never me.

I wish we could be done.

Why couldn't you just have listened to me?
But I did listen. I listened to every word.
I simply disagreed.
And now look what has happened.

You can't undo what you have done.