show me how to hate

so I can get you out of my mind.

so I can move on with my life.

You are (and soon will be ‘were’) my star. But now I realize. I look at stars, I  don’t touch it. 

So please try. Breake my heart so hard. Make the wound swollen. Then I took a bandage, cure it. It will leave scar, offcourse, but it will heal perfectly, so with time running, I could barely forget it ever happened.