If you want to destroy me,
aim well.
Because if you miss me, I won't miss you.
I have never hated anyone.
I simply excluded from my life those who disappointed me.
You talk to me when you want something.
I respond when I'm bored.
I have accepted so many things that I will never accept again.
You can leave my life whenever you want,
but you won't come back when you want.
I haven't changed.
I just open my eyes to certain people.
I trusted certain people too quickly.
That was the only mistake I made.
I have no desire to argue with anyone.
I prefer to walk away because I'm just seeking peace.
I'm not resentful,
but there are people with whom I prefer not to be in contact.
I wish them neither good nor bad.
If you're not following Peak motivation,
you will probably never hear my voice again.
But if you are,
congratulations.
You're growing every day.
It's the cold geometry where hearts don't fit symmetrically.
Every angle cuts too deep.
Every silence we still keep.
You met the space between our souls
until the warmth grew full of holes.
We lived inside the symmetry of cold geometry.
Your eyes were graphs of what we lost.
Straight lines drawn at any cost.
You called it balance.
I called it pain.
A love too clean to feel again.
We measured truth but not the age.
Counted every small mistake.
You
held your logic like a knife and carved the shape out of our lives.
It's the cold geometry.
Precision in our tragedy.
Every kiss a perfect plan.
No chaos left to understand.
You sketched the end in flawless form.
But beauty froze before it warmed.
We're frozen in the symmetry of cold geometry.
Maybe hearts were never built to be exact.
Maybe love's the line that logic cracks.
I tried to find you on my chart,
but numbers can't explain a heart.
It's the cold geometry.
You and I divided endlessly.
We drew the wall so straight, so high.
We forgot to live, forgot to try.
Now every rule each measured please still echoes
in this empty key.
We fell apart so perfectly in cold geometry.
In
cold geometry.